Cold nights and miles to go,
With every step my feet freeze.
Can they not seize?
Halting on the mid way, to the moonlight.
Breeze colder than the drumlins.
Swallowing the warmth of the moonlight.
Scary every minute passing by.
Can i not return back?
Taking the reverse gear, to the earlier sight.
My feet reluctant.
They move ahead , shivering and shallow.
About to collapse.
The moon disappearing, winds reversing.
Waiting for the sunlight.
They gather strength.
Cold nights and miles to go.
My feet, stop at sun though.