Winter Bloom

When the lights are all drained out
and there is nothing you can see,
just a faint glimpse,
of a nearby tree
covered in mist
the chill being the only thing you can feel
nothing above or beyond,
just a splinter of happiness inside
that turns into smoke
just as you open your mouth to speak,
the silence is overwhelming
and the words go back to the numb head
the night so magical,
that the search for a brighter day is no longer in your mind,
when winter is so beautiful,
that you stop wondering ,if spring is far behind
then is when , my friend
your search is over
and you've finally got
what you were trying,
so hard to find.