The cold wind blows
my soul to the other side
I reach for the meaning
and long for the connection of old.
My life, my loves, my world
that once was so light
where are we now?
Can we trace the path of our heart
to the place from whence we start?
Is it all still there
as in my memory?
Full of freedom, yearning for the path
that led me to the faces which held…
the look of love
a loving constant both day and night.
Do we, can we, feel the same?
Timeless, blameless and yet the flame
Waiting, stillness glowing in the dark,
light remains to lead us forth.