Too lost to see

Somewhere no one will find me.

Wind blows shifting patterns in the pages I kept furrowed at my side.

I trudged through the snow tenaciously against wind that pierced coat and bone.

A sharp spear ran through my side cutting few sheets loose,

Sucked into the vacuum they were carried off into the white abyss.

Passing trees gathering their bulk and disappearing amidst the enveloping serene

A lowely space ship lost at flight, no coordinates or bearings,

Trying desperately to reach someone.