The melancholy of a winters day

It is a cold, crisp morning

I shiver in my winter coat

I'm looking over the fields

Thinking of the letter you wrote

The meadow is covered with ripe

There is a gloom of a winter afternoon

I'm still walking past the corn field

Hearing your voice telling me: I'm coming, soon

The melancholy of this winters day

Is rubbing off on my mood

Fog is starting to creep up around the fields

Is it me it want's to include?

Suddenly I feel as if I'm not alone

As if there is a presence I can't explain

I start to ran as fast as I can

Am I hearing voices or am I going insane?

Suddenly I feel I'm starting to fall

I can't see a thing through the thickening mist

Nothing makes me more relieved then

To hear your voice and you grabbing me by the wrist

You're so cold, you say rubbing my fingers warm

I've been out here all day, pondering, waiting for you

You laugh, wrap your arms around me to warm me

And while the fog surrounds us, we disappear from view

© KH