Photograph taken by,
Theresa F. Koch...

I’m standing here at the end of the road
Listening for your voice in the frantic wind
It used to be so clear to me, where are you?

I hear my heart beating and my breath escape
I gaze around this familiar scene, don’t you know?
It was you carrying me through dear friend on the ice

Only you knew my heart and fears yes only you
We talked all hours you were there in the winds dance
In my mind some how reading me before I thought

Now here I am at this road in the woods, where are you?
My hair blows freely in the air I strain to hear your voice
Still we’ve grown to far apart for comfort dear I ache

I will sit just here waiting for you I send my song in the wind
Till the snow melts and comes again I will wait for only you
Here in this Alaska sits my heart, where are you?