Beneath a fluffy cloak of rain-filled clouds,
I hide deceitful smiles, vanities, shrouds.
Like autumn's flowers that gracefully descend,
My dreams with sighs, they never truly end.

Awaiting the winter, glistening and white,
In woundrous beauty of icy sparkling sight.
In my silver solitude, I'll silently reside,
For no one will ever know what is inside.

My soul craves perfection, this is true,
Wounds may be deep on the journey I pursue.
The moon's glow will be my eternal abode,
And the stars as neighbors down this lonely road.