To awaken the sorrow
First breath of tomorrow
Carved in the dust
Loneliness to touch
Long since dried tears
On a highway lost
Tied up with my fears
Left counting the cost.
The soft touch of a petal
The breeze on my face
Grass bewtween toes
Emptiness laced
A faint dying whisper
Your voice to the air
Behind me a footfall
When turned no one there.
In a daydream or murmur
Fresh on my lips
The collar you turned
The cheek that you kissed
The figure in distance
Unable to recognise
Blurred by the haze
Of a memory to find.