The Visit

Today as I visit ~ this place of grass and stone I trace your name ~ as I stand here alone In the air I smell the presence ~ of a cold winter rain Each visit I make ~ causes heartbreaking pain Dark clouds move in ~ and the sky turns black I kneel down and cry ~ as the rain pounds my back I see white roses ~ placed beside a white stone The pureness of innocence ~ their aroma alone A streak of lightning ~ flashes across the dark sky Lighting images on this field ~ as my eyes start to cry I stare at the marble ~ feeling lost by myself As an image of you ~ passes by with a smile A cool breeze blows in ~ as snowflakes start to fall Goosebumps take their toll ~ as the cool air turns raw I look to the sky ~ with tears in my eyes I call out your name ~ in whispering cries As an emotion of delight ~ sends me what I crave I return my sight ~ on the stone and the grave As my visit ends ~ I kneel and kiss the stone Then I wade through the snow ~ to my car all alone Looking back I see ~ two footprints below There side by side ~ There in the snow As I enter the highway ~ I feel your presence dissapear Whispering I love you ~ as I shed a tear