As I walked out an evening grey,
I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to look and there she was;
Her touch warm and soft, yet steady.
This face famliar to me was;
A pair of eyes I used to know.
Blue and glowing like mine did before,
Gazing into my shivering core.
Her hand touched my cheeck so cold;
Before dawn the night is dark,
Light will shine and birds shall sing,
If faith is allowed within this soul.
So I was alone once more,
On a crooked path, going nowhere.
And though I thought about her words,
God left this one long ago.
This is my first poem in a while, so I'm not entirely happy with it, but I just felt like writing something since it's been so long.
