Footprints in the wind,

Hot breath in cold air,

Proves that I’ve been here,

Proves that I’ve been there.

Words writ on water,

Portraits drawn in sand,

Dark eyes in shadows,

Dreamt in fairyland.

Ski marks left in snow,

My name etched on ice,

Teardrops in ocean,

Loaded is the dice.

Wing-beats of a dove,

Whispers in the wind,

Smoke up the chimney,

The Grim Reaper grinned.

Fingerprint in air,

Sighs in thunder-cloud,

Life that has been lived

Will be disallowed.

With the end in sight

No need to despair,

Life Force put me Here

And He’ll take me There.

© P. J. Oszmann (2002)

© Illustration in Photoshop