Lost so long ago, a brother and sister,

Somewhere in the snow,

They had names, playing on a January

day, when they lost their way.

When the snow started to fall, their

Path home was not recalled,

They were never seen again, as all

Stories don’t have a beautiful end.

They have for many years now

Wandered somewhere in the snow,

Ghosts of a January, searching for

A way back home, together they roam.

There is no sadness, no tears on faces

Anymore, not cold in the snow,

They are together forever, journey

To a new eternal home.

Keith Garrett