All those nights
I spent alone
tangled in thought
wrapped in
winter dreaming
my breath against
the sky of
vivid blue
snow falling
like a ballet
so gracefully
on the pines
every scene
a painted picture
inside my mind
these are the
precious things
I know I will
find you here
you and your
beautiful lines
amongst the
soft blue mist
I pretend that
I am free …
Clay.M