The only picture I have of you is the one inside the mind.
the most memorable can sometimes make us blind.
A candid shot from far ago that refused to fade with time
Resting on a mountain that I find so hard to climb.
Mists of blue surround the frame and permeate the eyes
I ease the thirst within the heart
by telling it white lies.
Wondering, waiting, for the music
to the ears.
Melodies that ring an inner bell, returning former years
of friendships formed and moments
shared, in the time of spring.
Praying for that one more drink before winter closes in.