Frozen Reverie

In the stillness of the winter's night, Where snowflakes fall, soft and white, There lies a dream, both cold and fair, A frozen reverie in the air. The world is wrapped in icy glow, As time itself seems to slow. Each breath, a mist, each step, a sigh, In the silence, dreams lie nigh. Crystals form on window panes, Tracing out forgotten names. In their patterns, stories hide, Of dreams that winter's chill denied. Frozen lakes reflect the sky, A mirrored world where dreams can fly. Beneath the surface, still and clear, Lie echoes of a bygone year. The trees stand tall, their branches bare, Draped in frost, a silver snare. They whisper tales of winter's lore, Of dreams that sleep forevermore. In the hush of midnight's grace, A frozen reverie finds its place. A moment caught in time's embrace, A fleeting dream, a tender trace. Footprints in the snow, so light, Mark the path of dreams at night. They lead to places known by few, Where frozen dreams begin anew. Icicles hang from eaves and roofs, Silent sentinels, crystal proofs, Of winter's magic, cold and bright, Guardians of the silent night. The moon, a pearl in starlit skies, Watches o'er with silver eyes. Its light, a gentle, soothing beam, Illuminates the frozen dream. In the quiet of the dawn, Before the world has fully yawned, The frozen reverie persists, In the morning’s frosty mists. Hearts may warm and melt the ice, But dreams preserved are just as nice. In winter's chill, they find their rest, A frozen reverie, at its best. So cherish moments, cold and clear, When winter’s whispers you can hear. For in the stillness, pure and free, Lives the magic of frozen reverie.