Whispering mishaps. 1/15/2007

Stone, cold and lying alone... Found lost and beneath the snow. Fractured, frozen and wishing away any more days. Whisked again to the air above, surfaced to breathe, surfaced to see. Cold dried eyes missing tears having new fears. For years nearly four years, new loves, new joys, new friends yet still cold drying eyes. Not for me any longer, only to serve for you nothing more. A minor warmth, a slow growing fire that softens stone. My hopes remain and my dreams may wait for a time if even meant for me. For today I am here not for me yet here for each of you.