Since then, until now

When I sleep I always hear that sound,

A cold wind pushing glass into the ground,

Then It shatters and just when I think I can wake,

The tide ripples,

Another dream I forgot to make,

I'm falling again,

I can't help being tossed along with the tide,

Traveling across my mind,

I find myself,

The hardest thing to find,

I'm flipped into the snow,

Fingers gone numb,

The run down my nose,

Wind blistering,

Face screaming,

Wondering if we'll ever find warmth,

Then the glass crash,

brings the tide back,

I'm even more lost then I thought before