Friday, September 16, 2005

Morning

With windows ajar through passing darkness, I awoke ere dawn's arrival to heavens breathing with heavy cries. Like sobbing heard behind closed doors, I felt safe from its familiar weary weight. Heart slow and limbs heavy I long to stay safe under my duvet covered wing.

3 comments:

KP said...

You're such a romantic! :)

Anonymous said...

Yes, perhaps I am. :)

Anonymous said...

It's a current work in progress, but it will be posted asap.
Thanks for you continuing interest! ;)