• As footprints in the sand are washed from the shore,
    So too are you erased from my heart;
    Such a pity, as you could have been more,
    Yet you fell away with no less than spoken art

    Many months I mourned for you in bitter yearning,
    Many more I sat in midnight stills
    Until my contemplations led me into learning
    That you existed only as the summer chills

    What sadness did I then embrace
    As Earth is blanketed by winter frosts;
    So numbing, yet pure and prim as lace,
    So innocent as little lambs of the lost

    Only when your breath slipped from my lungs
    Did you return to me without disruption;
    Lyrics on lips, of songs we sung
    Until you slipped back into former corruption

    How cruel were you to taunt me so
    With fancy scenes of strawberry skies,
    Yes, cruel to dangle shiny treasures low,
    Then, upon my youthful reaching, pull them high

    Still, my heart can’t help but unfold and expose;
    Inviting you, despite what yours may lack,
    Calmed by snow, my fearless spirit knows
    All is well, for love will find its way back