Winter fades and spring sets in,

The smell of the air is intoxicating,

While love an pbumion are growing thin,

A pain settles in my heart, I’m waiting.

Yet love still flows like freshly melted creeks,

The sound almost as angelic as your voice,

I rub my hand across your cherry cheeks,

Wanting to stay, afraid its not my choice.

A noble mist beyond the mystic falls,

Portrays an astounding sight for the eyes,

Grief of words past written on invisible walls,

In search of a pure truth beyond the lies.

Forget it were my slips that made us tumble,

I can’t walk without your hand holding mine,

All loves will trip, yes all will surely stumble,

Though ours with time gets sweeter like wine.

A beautiful face appears in the dark calm of night,

Warm breezes caress me like your gentle breath,

I can see through the mist, so close yet not quite,

Life without you the one thing worse than death.

Freely as rivers flow thoughts of you they roam,

I promise I’ll always be there to answer your calls,

Keep porch lights on In case you decide to come home,

Waiting forever alone, in the mist beyond the falls.

– Karl Wild