Dec 9, 2004

Sky.



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

1 comment:

Rage said...

shucks.