From a distant past

Flurries of snow falling from heaven

and the air is filled with soft

sighs and lamenting mist

A heart locked in dreamy silence

forever floating in the wind

A dusting a flurry a ghostly moan

from a distant past

Where you wanted to be

I could have been a trace of lead

scribbled on paper

I could have been a lady bug

perched on a delicate flower

Or a helpless ant

carrying weight

twice my size

You would still

walk all over me

to get where you

wanted to be