Waiting

Musing of a far off land 

encircled trees of hopes and desires

of a sombre abode

you, Mon Cheri

you are gorgeous, you have suitors

still looking for me 

iterating,weeping,weeping

"where are you"

you hoarse on

the wind rustles

wolves howl

"i am nowhere and everywhere"

the forest echoes

and i sloshed on through snow

to you, only you.