You can call me
from a snow white, star lit stairway
I may hear
and not be far away at all
But the sounds of our winters love
at night time
They have vanished,
they have silenced,
into fall
You can crystalize
through my minds
weary wanderings I may see
your shadowed image
on my wall
As starring, laughing, grieved
by your indifference
I would rather
feel the pain
than none at all
If again
I really see your face before me
And we lie
again together side by side
Don't call me
as I walk into the morning
Please just realize
that pure has often died
You can call me
from a snow white, star lit stairway
I may hear,
and not be far away at all
But the sounds
of our winters love
at night time
They have vanished,
they have silenced,
into fall.

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