Some times

at night,

you
curl at
the foot
of your
gypsy
bed,

with the
grace
of an angel
smitten.

heart half
given.

soul half
empty
to love.

the lyrics
of Lennon
forever,

wandering
through the
strawberry
fields in
your head.

where sometimes
nothing
seems
real.

but the
moment
before
sunset
and night.

when I

walk through

your door.


you become

all that is

best about you.
and I am

completely unaware.

as you become
quiet
like a
cat.

sneaking
up to
extinguish
a mouse's

last light.