Isolations icy frost 
Reminds that all must die
As if that ever present truth
Could once escape my eye

gazing upon a tattered print
Of ardor in Summer's beam 
Now a hazy grey recollection
Of a near forgotten dream

The face I touch in paper
Is the soul that I still share
And the frigidness I suffer
Is her warmth distilled to air

So once again the road is here
My ever present friend
Supplications offering
In the church of unscheduled ends

Here is where I'm at my best
With a hot beverage in hand
Crouching in a frozen patch
Of some unremembered land

Unsure how I found my way
Or lost myself in thought
Thousands of miles from cal-i-a
In Colorado frosts

Taking pictures, talking to hers
Smoking her favorite brand
Driving till I almost sleep
Then drinking till I am

Waking with enough reserve
To shave and bath and feed
In some dusty backwater
Bound for home I leave

Monday morning doldrums 
"How was your weekend vaykay?"
A slow smile upon my face...
"Spent it with a special lady"