These last days of winter are haunted by fragments of things that I have lost along the way. 

I try to sleep, to breath deep, exhale the air of loneliness from beneath my bones and lay here in stillness. My mind is anything but still.  It is white water rapids, a derailed train, a runaway bride with no destination.  I am spinning webs of dreams,  reverberating tones of disappointment encompass me.  My body is longing for signs of spring.  New growth making it's way up from the depths.  I am sunk in my pillows, hands splayed against this hollow chest.   I will re-imagine this story in my dreams to wake with new ideas, a new heart and clear eyes.  Almost everything is not as it seems.