Was It Really You

The stars are shining; the moon is big and so bright, that the light passes through the scary night. The air is cold the breeze will freeze; It’s a cold night indeed. My feet are numb my legs are cold, my hands are numb, fingers blue, ready to freeze. I see my breath before me, as I walk along this path, a river to my left with freezing water running fast. The river mist is rising, the moon’s still shining, and the mist is getting stronger as covers the path a yonder. The mist never gets closer, it moves as quick as me. I walk that little faster, the mist! it's like it knows... it knows I want to catch it, it moves a little quicker... I hear a little noise, a little rustle to might right. I stop and look and see a tree, tall and strong, damp and cold, bare of leaves and shinning bright as the moon’s rays bounce of the damp shinny skin... But what was that noise, I hear it once again... mist all around, the sound of the river running behind. I hold my breath to clear my view, and what I see is you. You look at me with eyes so blue... I breathe again and see you smile; I take your hands to warm them up, as I do you disappear. Was you really here, not a word we spoke, just a smile you gave... and once again the cold I feel... I best be on my way, the mist has covered the stars so bright and the moon is ready to say good night....