by Dale Hudgins Copyright 2001-2004

Wandering in this cold place, where no one treads,

I see the trail of many tears,

The happenstance of memories, strewn,

Time is on hold, here, nothing matters,

Nothing is real,

Heavy, is the burden of a life of dreams,

The hope of, love filled days,

My companion, through this ordeal,

Are the longings of a new world,

With you,

Walking hand in hand,

Through this life,

Warming, this and the yet to come,

Cold Decembers.