The Cold Wind Swirls Around My Ear,
The Silver Swish Of It Unplugs Me From Reality,
The Scent Of Pine Nurses New Born Thoughts,
Foggy Breath Swims In Memories,
But It Is Over Shadowed By My Love For You,
The Twinkle In My Eyes Is Majesty And Wonder,
Clouds Wrap Me In Their Cotton Hands,
Smothering Out The Fire Of Dissapointment,
Though, The Metallic Scent Of Fear,
Bubbles From My Soft And Fair Skin
Pain--Physical--Raw,
Entangled In My Exahusted Muscles,
And The Sound Of That Phone Call Still Rings,
Loud And Overbarring In My Ears,
Partnering With The Winter Breeze,
And As You Stand Beside Me,
I Barley Even Recognize You--Because,
I Am Spaced Out Into A Different Life,
One Which Grasped Me Last Year,
Yet--I'm So Glad You Stand Beside Me,
Because You Are One Of Few Things,
Which Keep Me Sane