she’s a ghost to me
am I not to her
whatever I’m thinking of
she knows something about me
that I have never known
I have never felt the touch of her skin
but she touches me deep within
she makes me feel
like the man I really am
yet it saddens me
to always be apart
maybe she’s my light and I’m her dark
forever can be a long time
if never is the start
friday the thirteenths come and go
valentines days go
old friends found again
new seeds
still got my snow covered scenes
the sharp chill of the winter breeze
laying on the icy lake
next to my sweet nothing