Who am I, I wonder.

As snow falls, my heart thunders.

I found myself alone and insane.

The madness was an ode to my pain.

I am here, I’ve not gone far.

Just north, to the mountains,

Healing my scars.

My hand stretched out just ahead.

His gentle touch now warms my bed.

Our souls rest between the pines.

Our bodies entangle like vines.

Leave it to all the conifer trees.

They dance around us.

Moaning in the breeze.