The days grow shorter

Like an aging, old women

With each wrinkle,

A moment of light is lost.

The night is a shade of black

One unique to itself

So much that it can not be created anywhere but the deepest parts of our minds

The skin on my lips shivers in the cold

And tightens around the seams

Cracking along the lines

Until the flakes in the sky are mirrored in the flesh around my mouth

My hands grow dry

My nose beams red

My clothing grows thicker

And It seems like forever in my head

Forever until the warmth

Forever until the smiles

Forever until the joy

Oh, for this feeling, 

I would climb the tallest mountain

And kiss its snowy peak

I would take the road less traveled

And through the dark, aching night

I would drag my feet through the snow

Until I reached the sand, the sun in the sky

And felt the breeze tickle under my nose

The bright rays burning my cheeks

Till I felt a drop of sweat fall from my forehead

Running down to the corner of my eyes

Along the curves of my cheek

Stinging on my worn lips

And swiftly dropping from my neck

But for now,

As time has its ways

I have to live with these shortened, dark days

And the long, cold nights