In blackest pitch I gathered
old memories to stitch,
Blanketing tomorrows
within a five year itch.
A winter chill lay freezing
on frosted dreams endowed,
Waking from the dawn's peek
as light becomes one's shroud.
So gather up all weakness
then remind me not to care,
When twilight seeks surrender
and night's not yet aware.
Hold close the silence
strolling through idle time,
Stars hang in mourning,
Grant wishes? None I find...
Now darkness covets calmly
under a severed moon,
While shifting through my garden
the night and light consume.
2009 sinnaminsun
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