Underneath the winter's cloak,
Through the snow, I slowly poke.
Each step a struggle, cold and slow,
As icy winds begin to blow.
You stand ahead, a distant sight,
A beacon in this snowy white.
But though I strive, I cannot reach,
Your silhouette, just out of reach.
In the midst of this snowy haze,
I stumble on through frozen days.
Yearning for your hand to hold,
To guide me through this bitter cold.
With each step forward, I slip and slide,
As frozen tears in me reside.
The weight of snow upon my back,
Makes it hard to stay on track.
You're like a mirage, shimmering bright,
But as I reach, you fade from sight.
Though you're close enough to see,
Your warmth feels like a distant plea.
In the midst of this snowy haze,
I stumble on through frozen days.
Yearning for your hand to hold,
To guide me through this bitter cold.
So I trudge on through this snowy night,
Hoping to find you, in the pale moonlight.
For though the snow may slow my stride,
With you ahead.