Freewrite

It is a cold evening;
My breath paints a picture
Of death dressed in white.

I enjoy the company.

My feet ache for home
My heart wonders why-
They journeyed so far.

The mist seems to blend -
My tones into the sky.
I become invisible
Under the cover of the world.

It has been a long way home
And nothing shelters me
Except moonlight and frost coverings.

Nestled in my heart there is a pearl-
Of sorrow.
It is encompassed and entwined by love;
Suffocated by gay and wondrous dreams.

The decay of leaves and flower petals
Echo an illusion of breaking waves –
I am sure a path was here.

My feet pad quickly homeward.
I am bound tightly in the knowledge-
I have reaped.

Cherishing faint and golden impressions;
I start to wonder why I ever hesitated to dream.