Winter Ballad

Walked along the lonely winter streets searching for her
In order to fill the space left vacant in my heart, it's her perfect key.
I wish to have and set me free.
 
As feathers fell to rest upon my shoulder  
I heard the whisper of her voice in my ear.
Reaching to the illusion of her I cannot believe she's real, but it's so comforting.
To live within a dream where we can always meet for a very limited time.
Assuming all have left us behind, could there be a reason for it?
Pleading for answers in the snowy scenery, I hold my hand out again.
 
Between our hands there falls one flake of snow  
Within the silence of white  
By a churchyard somewhere  
In the comforting obscurity.
Beneath sheltering  
Old oak.
As lamplight warms the crisp still air  
I whisper low dreamscape
Question....Are you still there?  
My fingertips reach out to stroke his cheek  
Warmth spreads from I to he.
The solace I seek.
 
The feeling of rebirth to her painted picture.
On the blank wall of towering snow.
Having nothing left to lose she's the reason I chose to keep moving forward.
Leaving everything else behind it never really mattered not without her to share with.
As I stared into the moon I'm relieved that she too somewhere stares back.
In that warm place I wish to be too
Instead of where I'am.
 
Where you are dear soul? I whisper  
Deep within my weathered  
Veins of ice.
Warming the tempered metal only known  
As my heart.
I mean what is that shambolic two bumped.
Scarlet symbolic heart?  
Which tails off downwards  
To a point of nothingness.
 
Well, that was what I believed.
Until our fingertips of blue mist reached out  
By the  
Graves of obscurity.
Beneath the trusted old oak  
Where snow fell through two lost forms tethered by a smile.
Both stood umbilicus  
Enraptured for some while.
 
For the first time "I'll be there"
Dying thankfully "I'll be there"  
Help me reach this hope, the rope has snapped.