Winters coverlet falls silently to the ground
covering all unmoving objects.
Satin puffs, reflect the light from
well lit windows.
Peaceful, restful, seeing the first
snowfall.

The days draw short
Years move along
Quite rapidly.
Much like a song,
A very sad song
Of life's short time.
Memories that fade
And are gone, sublime
Is the mood,
That I see.
Please dear God,
Please help me.

Are you real?
Can you see
That my love,
Will always be
Meant for you
But not for me,
or my life
Of uncertainty.

I feel lost and alone,
when around you.
I ask myself what
I can do,
to make your life better.