A day to climb the
Sunlight
Thoughts swirling within a
Cage
You felt like an endless search.

The snowcapped Swiss alps
Seems so morbid
Like they knew everything
Even the love letters have
Turned to dust.

Years later there’s still a
Vacuum in the cold
Meditating night
The scotch brings you alive.

Your staring eyes are
The reminder of the song
In the city traffic.

You were there all
Along in the words
Of my poem.

© Wanderer 2015