Walking alone
It is harder
To find the light
It is harder
To find the light
I imagine
Fedoras and furs
Cat eyes and horn rims
White gloves and ties
Like an oval
Cleared of snow
On the surface
Of a frozen lake
The tree, is real
The leaves have fallen from it
Rain has flooded the forest floor
All I need
Is to open my eyes
Remembering
That by “eyes”
I mean heart
In time
With practice
They become
The light