The only picture I have of you is the one inside the mind.

 First love, 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.