12/07/2008

Sweet-White

Now, the sun is gone, I am at peace;
another continent lit-up, blessed
but I am steeped in darkness.

And the world, without warmth reminds me
of him and how I've lost him.

Outside, the world continues; sparrows
chattering, the lone wolf howling,

the wind turning the house edges,
balefully whispering, so beautiful
while final, cold as death.

Only the sky remembers how I loved him;
each star infinitely glowing, traveling
constant flame, oblivious to who may wish

to capture, own or listen to its
intoxicating, sweet-white dreams.

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