The early morning mists
taunts your imagination and memories.
Stare into the grey distance
with intense fascination and silence
Vague shapes and shadows
ghosts from a past
meaningful whispers
words that didn’t last.
*
Where were you
when I was cold and clammy
Where were you
when I didn’t have any
or anyone?
*
Fears stride high
and play in my mind
for fun
I reach out in hope
there’s no-one I find
but you.
With a touch you can heal
vanquish my fears
With your words you console
I can hold back my tears.