The Answer

'Is it coming?'I ask..
You just stand there,saying nothing,
Beneath the tree,shedding leaves.
The cold wind slaps my face
Drying the tears,it freezes,
Inside my heart,I feel so numb.
Still you say nothing..
The wind carries my questionIn the darkness of the night.
I look at you and you look at me.
And a sudden mist curtains our vision
"Where are you? And where am I?"
You never take my handI am holding out for you.
Only the cold mist in my palm,
I feel so empty inside..
Do I see tears in your eyes?
Or is it just my imagination?
The night is fading fast,
Still you wont give me an answer.
The dawn will break the spell,
And we wont see each other again.
Life will carry us to the spiral.
Can I hope to see you again?
Beyond this night?Beyond this life?
A sudden smile in the dark,
Answers my question.
I hear it, the silence.
'It is coming.'
I have my answer but,
I have no soul left with me...