In Swirling Snow

IN SWIRLING SNOW

WRITTEN BY J.R HILTON

2017

ON THE EDGE OF DAWN

 SWIRLING MIST AND SPARKLING DEW

A FADING MOON IN A COLD GRAY SKY

ALL THE LEAVES BEGIN TO DIE

THE FOREST TAKES ON AN AIR OF LONELY SOLITUDE

WHAT WILL IT BRING US THIS TIME

AS IT PUSHES THE SUN AWAY

STEALING HOURS FROM THE DAY

FROZEN LANDSCAPE STILL AND VOID

ICE IN THE WIND, ICE ON THE GROUND

JUST A DROP OF SUNSHINE TO GO AROUND 

GOOD INTENTIONS COVERED UP WITH SNOW

A WORLD OF WHITE WHERE COLD WINDS BLOW

FEELINGS GET PUT ON HOLD

AN ACT OF GOD, A DEVILISH WIND

BLOWING OVER THE MOUNTAINS AGAIN 

IN SWIRLING SNOW WHAT A TIME TO BE

LOOKING FOR THE SUN

EVERY WINTER IT'S THE SAME OLD THING

I ALMOST COME UNDONE BY SPRING

I HEAR THE CALL OF SOUTHERN STARS

AS I LAY AWAKE DREAMING

ON THE COLDEST NIGHT I CAN RECALL

WEARS YOU DOWN, TEN DEGREES AT A TIME

DRINKING FROZEN BEER

WISHING IT WAS SUMMER HERE

BY THE FIRELIGHT I'M HYPNOTIZED

I CAN'T MOVE MY EYES FROM THE FLAMES

CAUGHT BETWEEN WINTER WINDS

AND A PLACE WHERE THE AIRS ALWAYS WARM

I'M JUST DREAMING, I DON'T SEE THE HARM

THE NORTH WIND SHE WILL BLOW

SIXTY BELOW WITH ROOM TO GO

TOO COLD TO BOTHER, TOO COLD TO CARE

WHO THOUGHT THIS SHOULD BE MINE

I CAN'T EMBRACE IT, BUT I'M TRYING

THE DARKNESS ONLY LIT

BY THE WHITE OF THE SNOW

THE CRACKS BEGIN TO SHOW

MY DELUSIONS GROW

IN MY HEAD A SUN DRENCHED BEACH

BUT FROZEN HERE IN PLACE

WITH ONLY THOUGHTS OF SPRING TO EMBRACE

WORLD OF WHITE PRESSING DOWN

WHERE THE NORTH WIND BLOWS

WITH A TERRIBLE SOUND

WHO THOUGHT THIS SHOULD BE MINE