Sand oozing between my toes,
The smell before it snows,
Thorns appearing on a stem
Before the crimson rose,
All white, what Jack Frost froze...

A smile as warm as the yellow sun,
Dancing around, having fun,
Going for a refreshing autumn run,
Closing your eyes and wishing
Wondering if the rainbow will come...

A photo so sharp, a photo so clear,
Of raindrops forming in the shape of a tear,
Wanting the wind of your voice
To always be near,
As I think of you and it's as if you're here...

A whisper can convey more than a scream,
Paddling my feet in a cool stream,
Remembering every face that I've ever seen,
Wanting all the bad things that have happened
To just be a dream...

Standing at the top of the tallest cliff,
Star-gazing in the night, so cold, so crisp,
Forgiving, thinking what if,
Always making my one wish...

The senses,
The smells,
The sounds
That dwell,
The images,
The tastes,
The memories
I can't waste,
That touch,
That feeling,
That I know only too well,
If only I had enough,
The healing
Might be good enough,

The one thing I remember
The one thing I know,
Is the one thing I'll see
If you return,
Is the one thing I saw of you
Before you did go,
Before the blizzard formed
And before the snow stormed,
The one last thing I saw of you
Was your footprints in the snow.