The softening sounds bring you to mind
in an endless, quiet day.
Whispering drops, poofing falls
also adds brightness
to this overcast grey.
To sit in silence sharing ourselves,
perhaps with a book and tea.
I'll look look up at you, only to find
you're staring back at me.
The warmth of the room is chilled
compared to the heat of my heart
while I dream my lonely thoughts
from the bright of day into the nightly dark.
2010
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:29 PM UTC
The softening sounds bring you to mind
in an endless, quiet day.
Whispering drops, poofing falls
also adds brightness
to this overcast grey.
To sit in silence sharing ourselves,
perhaps with a book and tea.
I'll look look up at you, only to find
you're staring back at me.
The warmth of the room is chilled
compared to the heat of my heart
while I dream my lonely thoughts
from the bright of day into the nightly dark.
2010