night …

This winter night is long

Sit down beside me,

hold my cold hands in your hands.

Let me lean my head on your warm shoulder

and tell me my story.

Hidden deep in the crevices of my soul

Where there was no separation once.

I hear the time

Tip – toeing away into nothingness

Before the darkness, dropping its final curtain, prevails,

Burning embers turn to soot, I look at you

My heaven! to take the image with me.

Hold my hand and cross the night with me

this winter night!

I cannot do it alone.

March, 06/07, 2013

1:48 pm.

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