I lay awake beneath the dark blanket
of a black sky.
As the trees shrug off the melting snow,
fog blurs the lights in the parking lot.
I try to trace one of the many sets
of empty footprints
left by people fleeing the chilly night.
Television muted and windows open.
I invite the crisp winter air,
and the droning sound of a single engine plane,
into my quiet realm of restlessness.
A train whistles in the distance.
But that's not the only thing
prevenenting sleep from carrying me
to the warmth of my dreams.
My eyelids open,
lifting the weight of my day
as they beg for one more glance.
I gaze across the southern horizon,
helplessly enamored.
Even in the cloudy sky,
I can see your stars...and I smile. |
Submission Name: Lonely Night
