Three Women on the Trail Alone in contemplation, out on silent nighttime skiis Absconded from the city lights in soulful country peace Scanning dull horizons as the negatives invert light and darkness of the snow on mute and covered earth Seeking confirmation desperate skeptics need to see and trying hard to understand in moments breathlessly Waiting for the answers which through faith will never come But finding only snowflakes and the mystery where they're from That emptiness could never last, and nature filled the void Thoughts rush in to overcome the restless mind with noise Projected on a mental screen where memories can be fixed They lacked the shapes and sounds of day, as mind is playing tricks Sensing something stiring - what was rising in his mind were images that weren't alive, just illusions one may find when frightened yet absurdly hope sensations may be real If ghosts would rise from ghostly white a truth would be revealed listening to a pounding heart, with nothing there but hope A disappointing vacuum since faith left him years ago Out on skiis with ghosts along he traveled not alone three he found upon the trail, thank God one's still at home
