Winter In the Eyes of the Fallen Goddess

I am the words on the wind; lost forever because I could not say what I needed you to know I am the center of the circle; I see all & touch nothing I am the voice in the rain; tones are clear but you never hear the words I am the thought that haunts you, the memories of all you didn't do & I won't leave your side I am the answer discovered just a little to late the words in the dust on your window pane the last thought of the artist whose works went unknown & I could never say what I needed you to know