Silver white morning

Here I am on a silver white morning.
Where the birds sing their ambitions
to the foggy scene that lies below.

On this morning, thoughts of you
float to the surface of the still
waters of my quieting mind.

Here on a silver white morning
the scent of pine, invades the
senses like your love had.

I wander down the rocky embankment
to the banks of a misty lake. Here we
still exist. like ghosts not departed.

why can I see you? Why can I still
feel the touch of your sweet lips on
mine. Like sweet dew on roses.

Here on a silver white morning, I
feel the pain of your absence. My
heart yearns for your presence.

And yet, the birds still sing, the sun
still burns through the fog and the
pine still awakens you..in me.