Unchained melody.

Hands turn
with dancing snowflakes
heralding the rebirth of fragile hours
swallowed by fading notes.

The intent stare
into distant oblivion
resonates to fill
the spaces between each unfelt breath.

The mocking laughter
rings in isolation
and leaves the lungs wearing thin
while gasping for air.

The tender fairytales
are no match
for the reality that traces emptiness
for wandering souls.

The senses awake
to the sudden chant of the dawn –
because these stories
were not spun for the eyes
of a snowman.