Where

Everlasting, frost on the sill of my life,
Meaning escapes in a cloud of mist,
Across the banks I see red lights,
I raise my hand to obscure the shine,
But this bog weighs down my reason,
I feel the end, like another moment lost,
I long for sorrowful tears, but dust coats my eyes,
To be a lark in spring again, I wonder,
And flood my inside with the warmth,
Yet another song that died on my lips,
Another word that got lost in my hands,
To touch a petal, to partake of water,
The memory remains, the mind locked,
Golden keys shine in my being,
But I'm six feet under...