In the heart of the night there
Lay a silence… A stillness, that claims
My heart, body and soul.
As this mind grows weary from the dullness of the days without you.
The smell of your hair
And the breathe on your lips.
Colors of bone, emerald and blood cote the canvas of my dreams, calling me home once again into that nights sky.
A gentle breeze about the trees calls to me, as black squirrels and bunnies hide from the night running from dawns delights.
Dreaming of a new home, space and place in time.
Twenty five sleeps while counting sheeps hardly seems like a wait,