I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Head out the window, Ears pinned back, jowls flapping. That’s one happy dog.
Warm, vaporous plumes Her breath, turning to crystals That cling to my face.
How black is my soul? The immense weight of your love Makes no impression.
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