Staring through
a frost encrusted window
watching a myriad
of cool silver crystals
catch and kiss
tiny motes of light
before they wink
and dance away

Pondering
the slow steady tick
of an ancient
dust covered clock
whose cold hands
creep endlessly forward
greedily devouring
the quickly waning years

Dreaming 
of faded images
once warm with color
now
just mist bound shadows
nameless faces
slowly floating
in mute gray spirals
upon a never ending
sea of sadness

Simply Sitting
Thinking
about dashed hopes
and shattered dreams
Wondering
how it all went wrong