Bear Tracks In The Snow

You come to me, palpable, The way a candle flickers When the air is stirred, A vague mirage, a sense Of metaphysical existence But here, nevertheless, A wondering sensation one never forgets More than just a curiosity A part of me rises to you, Relinquishes itself to your fond greeting Almost forgetting that it wants What it doesn’t want – Something sweeter I once knew That lingers with an elemental truth Beneath the lid of observation; Something tender that I feel, A momentary remembrance Less melancholy than wistful, A taste of which before I kneel And then you go, are gone, Except the substance of your memory A lingering imprint – Proof enough, I know Like bear tracks in the snow