Winter's Dreams (Poem)

The snow has fallen,
The cold has set in.
The sky has turned grey,
The sun has gone 'way.

I shiver and shift,
Looking for some warmth,
The warm winter light,
And those saving thoughts.

I sit before glass,
Looking at the world,
Consumed in the white,
And hidden away.

What is it we want?
Winter has fallen,
But in its rising,
Do we truly sit.

We dream away time,
Thinking of summer,
But that is not me,
But rather all you.

Before the leaves fell,
I wanted Winter,
For its graceful light,
And comforting cold.

I am Winter's Dream,
And I have come true.
For we all want love,
Winter is the same.

Most hated through time,
Winter feels empty,
For lack of love's fill,
As none of us give.

Thus I will donate,
This love (was yours once),
To the forsaken,
As it once saved me.

The cold was my friend,
And held me through night,
When I had no one;
I was forsaken.

It was time most dark,
Full of mad sadness.
None would come save me,
But Winter was there.

No season had done,
What Winter did do,
As it gave me peace,
Through the silent streets.

I disliked people,
Alone, I wanted,
As they confused me,
With their little games.

But the cold shunned them,
And forced them inside,
Allowing silence,
In the streets I walked.

Thus I love Winter,
Like my oldest friend,
Who often saves me,
From my own darkness.

Summer is boring,
Too many people.
I love dear Winter,
For it has loved me.

-Zero