::She Never Made It Home::

Going home it’s cold outside
My breath freezes as icy vapor
The moon she shows me the path to take
On an otherwise dark winters night
The forest sleeps only the sound of my footsteps
Alone in solitude
Going home to a warm fireside
Where family tells tales of old dreams
The wind starts blowing stinging my face
It tries to snatch the cloak from my embrace
Shadows form, clouds cover the moon
On this cold wintry night
Listening to elders while I sit on the floor
Sounds they creak as the shadows advance
I realize that I am not alone
And all I want is to go home

©01.20.04
BJH