Like the touch of an old friend <br />She softly whispers <br />In the faint familiar voice <br />And I awaken <br />To a steadfast stillness <br />That passes over me <br />Like the crest of snow <br />And that winter air <br />So cold and isolating <br />Confounded by circumstance <br />Yet held firmly by confusion...... <br /> <br />Why does she awaken my sleep <br />To old friends that I meet.....<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-ghost/
