by Declan Quinn

I walk along this winding road

Wind and snow tickle my face

This bleak white stretches for miles

Thoughts of discouragement slow my pace

Cold winds roar across the plain

Snow hiding the path I trace

I don’t recognize these surrounding

Looking around, I’ve lost my way

The cracked ice shows me my heart

Reflected back in a thousand shards

The powdered snow that swirls around me

Looks as far away as the stars

Cold winds whip past my face now

Howling whispers of ghosts long passed

Their shining eyes lose focus

A candle’s flame burns fast

There’s no one left to remember them

And so the candles burn…

Out.