drifting,falling 
nothing to hold onto  
cold ,alone  
reaching out 
touching someone 
no one is there 
just shadows in my mind
mists of nothingness 
silence,darkness 
reaching out ,pulling near
covering within it's cloak
always there waiting 
for one's return to it's shroud
patiently watching
knowing one will always come back 
to it's cool tenderness
everytime one is so foolish 
trying to touch the light 
knowing one will only get burned
it waits for one to come back
to it's tender protection
always waiting  
knowing i will always come back
to where i belong