Where winter blows
When winter blows before my heart
upon that road of endless thoughts,
snow falls from the sky of my doubts,
it spreads a chill upon my hopes.
But the journey though often alone
has the chance for curves
to bend away from this icy path
unto somewhere new and warm.
That image comes into the head
of the countless detours which have come
from the highway that seemed to have no end
along the trial through frigid scenery,
which didn’t offer a chance to rest.
Inside the motor keeps running
even when almost out of gas,
because the map in my mind
still has places marked of my dreams,
directions coming while I sleep.
I hold onto those images as postcards
of where I’ve yet to reach,
they remain the compass I follow
through the blizzards and nights,
how it keeps me going
no matter what the season or weather.
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