The cold wind blows

my soul to the other side

of life…

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

of courage

of peace

of might

a loving constant both day and night.

Do we, can we, feel the same?

Timeless, blameless and yet the flame

never dies…

Waiting, stillness glowing in the dark,

light remains to lead us forth.