Shadows fell as winter kissed her cold breath on the river that lay still .
I stood on the bridge and gazed at the bare trees and saw you in the chill .
I said to myself I think I am in love , as a romantic would .
In a beautiful moment I found you remembered and understood .
I was looking at you through shadows of winter falling round my head .
Through the shadows a face stared back at me and told me our love had fled .
As I stood there looking at your face , it seemed grey and so far away .
The touch of your hand was pure and as cold as ice ,
What more can I say ?
An artic wind cut me in two , bitterly it blew around my head .
I’m looking back at shadows to a love that found winters chill instead .
One by one I took slow frozen footsteps for home .
Tears dropped where I trod .
Pictures of our love had been x-rayed by a momentary act of God.



By Paul McCann