Frequent glimpses of moving
shadows and white figures.
One last time I enter the cold
darkness and find a mass near
the bushes, but this object
reflects nor consumes light
and I immediately feel a connection
and cry when I know this is my shadow.
A view across the expanse of empty
cold ice covering the fields
we long ago ran across playing
tag and enjoying the last summer of youth.
Brief glimpses of time I have not
felt or tasted consume my thoughts
when I let go.
Sounds and images of a home
I have not yet found, yet claw for with all my strength.