Post by Ken Corbett on Nov 22, 2005 10:13:25 GMT -5
I am the one you think you see
leaning deep into the wind
dwindling as I fade to snow
black winking out to white
yet etching my vivid image
onto your mind’s eye.
I was the one you saw that day
when you went walking in the wood
as I stepped out from the trees
only for a moment
time and time again
when you least expected
no matter which way you turned.
I will be the one
you think you have escaped
hope never to see again
when you look over your shoulder
in fear and desperation
tinged with morbid lust.
I see your deep dejection.
I am the only one
who sees through your deception.
Ken
leaning deep into the wind
dwindling as I fade to snow
black winking out to white
yet etching my vivid image
onto your mind’s eye.
I was the one you saw that day
when you went walking in the wood
as I stepped out from the trees
only for a moment
time and time again
when you least expected
no matter which way you turned.
I will be the one
you think you have escaped
hope never to see again
when you look over your shoulder
in fear and desperation
tinged with morbid lust.
I see your deep dejection.
I am the only one
who sees through your deception.
Ken
