I forged my soul,
Through the years over scorching flames
I forged my soul,
Never to be tame
I forged my soul,
Through the nights and the days.
I forged my soul,
With only me to blame,
I forged my soul,
To withstand the darkness
I forged my soul
Never to fear the sold
I forged my soul in an image.

Yet,

I cannot recognize my own reflection.
Who do I see staring back at me?

The product of the soul I forged/

forged in the likeness of you
the whisper meanders in my memory bank
it dances softly on a burgundy velvet glove
that covers my wrinkled hand
it visits me in deepest dreams
and speaks in hushed tones
of the infinite days ahead
when we shall once again dance together

forged in the feeling of you
I live each day like the last
holding onto the past
like a cat with a captured bird
not allowing it to die
waking to the sounds of winter winds
and old favorites on the radio
the ones we listened to together
so many years ago
those years that forged a love so strong
that I rarely blink twice
without the thought of you dancing by