Creatures Caves

These are a couple poems I've written. The first, in November 2006 after a snowstorm, the second, just a couple days ago.

I Dream of Falling Snow

On winter?s night, alone
A path of memories, I follow
Into a dream, of long ago
Silver feathers, drifting slow
Remembering, softly falling snow

Crystal tears, from oh so high,
May I reach up, to touch the sky?
A silver tear falls, I hear her sigh
Returning, winter is nigh

Amid the lonely, darkness deep
In silver trees, the birds sleep
For they cannot hear her weep
This secret treasure, the night will keep

The clouds part, pale moonlight
Shining upon a world of white
Long forgotten, this glistening sight
If only time, could rest one night

Dawn?s awakening, sun reveals
Nature?s tears, that night conceals
Birds flutter, and spellbound, I feel
Can so lovely a scene, be real?

Glittering trees, diamond ground
Clear blue sky, paradise found
Sparkling whiteness, all around
Eternal calm, not a sound

Fading away, never to last
Her tears are gone, winter past
Mournful, yet inside, I know
One cold night, she?ll bring the snow

Fondly forever,
Shall I remember
A dream of winter?s glow
Silver feathers, drifting slow
The softly falling snow

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Lamentation

Remember, not so long ago,
When earth was new, and spirits soared?
High in the trees the birds sang
Telling their tales of old.

Silent as night, the clouds came,
Covering the diamond stars
A tempest, to change the world,
Tainted by darkness, never the same.

Can you hear the sound of my cries?
Storms of sadness, winds of change
All within my shattered mind,
Listen, as the darkness flies.

In the clouds never clearing,
In the raindrops falling
Ever and always I go on,
In many forms appearing.

The birds sing beneath a cold sun,
Of the days of old, when earth was new
Hear my voice on the wind,
Amid the rain, the tears of one.

Can you hear the sound of my cries?
Storms of sadness, winds of change,
All within my shattered soul,
Listen, as the darkness flies.

Journey of life, day by day,
Onward we go, through the dark
Passing through shadows without end
Though in this cold world, we stay.

The birds sing under the graying sky,
Of the days of old, when earth was new
Hear our voices on the wind,
Amid the rain, tears of many, from one.

Can you hear the sound of our cries?
Storms of sadness, winds of change
All within our shattered minds,
Listen, as the darkness flies.

Ever will the darkness pass?
Ever will we be free?
Or will the sun, hiding in clouds,
Be fleeting, never to last?

We all remember, not so long ago,
When earth was new, and spirits soared
High in the trees the birds sang
Telling their tales of old.

Can you hear the sound of our cries?
Storms of sadness, winds of change,
All within our shattered souls,
Listen, as the darkness flies.

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As you can see, I can easily go from one extreme to the other. The joy of seeing snow fall, to the darkness of depression that's clouded my days since 1996.