YOU

As I walk along these lonely meadows,
in reminisence of a life that's all but hollowed,
I see admist the mist a lonely figure,
accompanying me, I see your flapping feathers.

Lost and found, I am turning around,
to se within the lost grace;
In search of pathways ahead,
I search admist for your face.

Haunting me, the swirling tree,
reaching for those skies above,
all about those fears anew,
you stand with me to lay aside.

Longing for that warm embrace,
I set ahead with new vigour.
Rest shall be my mistress,
when I shall stand in the longing arms.