Soft flowing water
Falls prey to winters icy kiss.
Forgotten love, lifeless and cold,
Is seen from behind a frosty barricade,
The soul the unknowing victim.
Twisted by time and a half written rhyme,
We all seek a peaceful reprise.
Passing through the clouds
The second hand stops, frozen
Lamenting loves lost
I saw you standing
On the precipice, eyes spent
The flow of tears held
Back as you let go, knowing
That the end was here and now
Seeing
Knowing, being
Lost in thought, forever
Twisted in an embrace meant for
Blinded eyes and crippled souls to
Push away love, in pain
Forever and
Always
The Zen Hiker 