Resurrection At Hudson Lake

Blindness.  I quietly open my eyes.  Under the glittering stars, I detect consciousness and vibrancy.  There is a certain depth to this darkness, the velvety richness of the night.  Ill disposed,  I resurrect the forgotten constellations and a myriad of pulsating galaxies.  I passed by Hudson Lake today, the icy sidewalks canvassing the town, I felt immune to the cold and the sparkling frost.  Powdery Memories, cascade like snow drifts, creating mountains that will never disappear.  I plow into this metaphor, sculpturing the texture of love, in this endless winter abyss, still haunted by the spiraling mystical ghost of you.