THINKING OF YOU, A poem of reflection...... Options

[Guest_the_ghost_of_tom_joad_*]

 My passions now soggy with your memory,
     Like formless tides wash over me;
         Pass over like ghosts,
   Carried along by an acorn wind,
And remind me of what I mistakenly once was.

         Now weeping inside of my own skin,
  In the shallow solitude of my darkened room,
            In the blankets of sleep,
    Where rain-shaken dreams play on and on,
             I will be thinking of you.

       And someday, maybe you will know;
            Maybe you will remember me,
  Maybe you will find me sleeping in the snow,
       For wherever I am and whatever I may do,
      I will always and forever be thinking of you.

[Guest_the_ghost_of_tom_joad_*]

Thanks Amy for your response to my poem, "Thinking of You," and I am very pleased to make your acquaintiance, Blondie.  

The word, "snow" was selected in the last verse over the word, "rain" because it was Winter and snowing outside when I composed this poem, and I envisioned myself as being discovered underneath the snow by my estranged lover; like an accident or something. Maybe some people reading it got that and some didn`t. Anyway, thanks for liking it and giving me these pointers. I look forward to seeing you here in the future. Happy New Year!

                                                                       Love ya,

                                                                                  Keith