Frozen Dreams

Outside my silent occupancy, 
the snow falls majesticaly, 
full of the uncertinties of life. 
It plummits, 
to its frozen dreams. 
Seeming to take a break- 
from its turbulant course, 
or a moment of silence, 
as my thoughts drowned, 
in years ago, 
sitting with you. 
then it begin's again, 
as if it had never stopped. 
parachueting from the coulds, 
smuldering in the night, 
the snow falls its silent flight. 
Washed away in my childhood memories . 
of my father and me 
watching the snow fall silently