The clock was ticking,
I saw new beginnings,
and the end
dauntingly near
All that I had kept me in place,
now this freezing cold
serves as a warm embrace,
and silence is all I’m willing to hear
The cold carved an image in my mind,
memories stood in line,
excited to be leaving a trace
In this moment of solitude,
they are keeping me company –
I’m reimagining a familiar face
Spirit of Tara 