The fog evaporates as I awake
waiting for you
As I run from summer days and lonely nights and sleepless haze and I awake
I disappear.
The mountains fall –
Cascading blue
You crossed my heights
Hills like white pinnacle of strength
In dreams of you
Unforgiving
I do not shed a single tear
Eternal words may sum to little
questions
unanswered
await a response

Lately I have found myself singing quietly into my scarf as I walk in the cold.
Naturally, it is my own material – unfortunately, I usually forget the really great stuff shortly after it escapes my lips