~dry~ Poem by Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Absent, is the feeling
though it's growing deep within,
While dreams are up for waking
this day has reached an end.

Night towers long, encapsuling
a power to behold,
Entombed inside, seems barren-like
a pyre burning cold.

Now bring to me your weakness
and I will listen long,
Pretending you are grieving
but all the while grow strong.

I'll shower understanding
whilst you cry a cunning tear,
Then wipe you dry with laughter
as I defeat my fear.

2009 sinnaminsun