She
is...

I
remember when you...

The sound of my voice
is an odd thing to hear...

I walk along a path; alone
with only my shadow...

I travelled the road of my desire
a path which led me to love-shire...

Farewell at last to winters frosty sting
and all the chilly times of snow and sleet...

Pen at the ready, and
Off I go...

floating through an orchestral valley-
the sun glances over the shoulders...

A desolate pit; starved of empathy
where understandings are...

I waited. And waited
within a darkened room...

Her voice now whispers
a softer tone breezes through...

as nightfall comes and so I dream
my sleep beholds a vivid scene...