I see you
Walking through the mist of a lakeside morning.
The birds flutter and fly off as you stroll by.
angelic silhouette piercing the blurring sky
A meandering gate, a step here, another there.
The way your hair falls, the bounce in your step.
It must be you.
But as you draw near I see it is not.
You have been gone a long time.
You would be old…different…like me.
But when I look at her
I see a little bit of you.
just enough to wonder
What would be you?