Monday, November 28, 2011

Cold

Inside,
and the afternoon light has not yet muted
for the clamor of the black night escalating.

Silent, icy stars blink nightly,
while the chill invades my dreams,
and you toss and turn beside me with restlessness.

But for now, we are awake,
and together,
though not touching,
and every so often,
you turn to brighten my mind with your warm smiles.





1 comment:

M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...