I have seen a lot of places
though I’ve never
seen the snow
I drift beneath the
wisdom of a thousand
year old poem
you are just a stranger
though I know where
you’ve been
I’ve seen it in your sad eyes
I feel it on your skin
there is an echo in
the darkness there’s
a stillness in the air
I heard it in a whisper
that you still care
there is beauty in the
tragedy of this
broken world there’s a
subtle hint of indigo
in the smoke as it curls
there is a space between
you and I there’s a
shadow on the sun
reflecting on the water my
work here is almost done
now I’m left to face a new
day like a coward in the cold
I’ll wait beneath your breath
with the memories that I hold
now the taste of the wine
stays here for a while
as the candle light
burns on through the night
lavender perfume reminds
me of you … of you.
Clay.M