Dirge of Winter

I drift with the cold wind to fall into the snow.
My heart is sinking through it all.
If I could only dream of you,
But even the dream of you is gone.
The song of the bitter wind will put me to sleep,
But not to find surcease from sorrow.
Tomorrow won't bring release from the cold.
The dreams that come are only wishes from yesterday,
And I won't find you within them.
Where you have gone no one will find you.
Death held your hand too tight.
And now it is always cold.