As the temperature drops
And the days go by,
Gust of ice winds,
Blast our past warmth goodbye.

Under the gray sky
Of January,
My heart longs for,
Your company.

Apart from your soft personality,
Winds of once kinder themes
Blow presently with freezing force;
Thus warm memories are vague dreams.

Though alone amongst the airstreams,
I think upon the future.
For permeating chills do not shackle
Envisioned days of sweeter allure.