Face in the Snow

No more wishes for the past,

No lingering of sages and seers.

Desperations and fevers last,

The undertows are stronger here.

And here I lie, another morning arrives,

Too far away from coming home.

I see a face in the snow.

Inside my head a voice calls for me.

I see your face in the snow

And outside the sun's too far away to feel.

And here I lie, another morning arrives,

Too far away from coming home.

And here I lie, another morning arrives,

Too far away from coming home.

And could we live within the wake of aging lies

When we're too far away?