love, shade of gray.
somber, soft
like october mist.
quiet. brisk.
anxious.
(tremors of what might be)
your quivers full
of unspoken hope.
we hold the night,
a warm blanket
wrapped around us
and count stars
as daydream caterpillars
emerge at midnight;
soaring dreams.
-for D
Dec 9, 2004
Sky.
Posted by Rage at 12/09/2004
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shucks.
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