Monday, March 14, 2011

Late At Night

Late at night
is when I see her clearly
Colored with blue longing.
When I miss the music of her voice.
Late at night.

Late at night.
When my world is cold.
When my arms are empty.
When my heart is heavy.
Late at night.

Late at night.
When my gardens are dormant.
When I quietly mourn.
When I miss her warmth.
Late at night.

Late at night.
A hole in my heart.
An emptiness unfilled
and desire unslaked.
Late at night.

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