Footprints leave a track in white icey snow,

At Evening dusk.
Towards ice frozen woods
The picnics set in hushed somber.
Lifes touched so easily.
Piano plays through the walls
A chilly tone only heard.
Delicate patters of love
carved magnificiantly in oak.

Drunken mistakes,
reveal silent mysteries.
So fragile, i see him sit.
Tiny movements for such a grown boy.
Our delicate minds murmur the truth.
Through the dark clouds, Shines one true bright.

Hidden in the snow covered footprints.
recovering the past, through chipped fingernails.

An angel for real,
Passing by quickly,
staying longer to offer hope,
and promises.

Erasing the loss,
Vanishing the fingerprints.
Of dark tales.