Near the tree line

i came to find you here

just below the tree line

the wind filled up my coat

shoved me off my dug-in boots

i felt the stone slam warm

i tasted dirt and blood

i smelled the stirring pines

i saw a blur of white

all around all around all around

all around all around

all around

I hear the wind say no

as I set free a sigh

I hear it goes this way

for those caught lonely and alone

just below the tree line

just cold enough to stay alive

I feel my stirring blood

once I know you’re gone, long gone.

31 January 2006

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