The first warm winter
Onwards I travel,
distances I traverse.
Homeward I travel,
a home without you.
You are far away from me,
but I am not alone.
Maybe you’re just too near to see,
maybe you are my soul.
Your spirit is here to guide me
and your heart beats in my chest,
your lips touch my little nose,
my fingers softly caress.
Outside, the vital signs are dead of winter,
wandering through the beauty and the cold,
yet all I see is beauty and warmth is all I feel,
for you are with me, and I am not alone.