i envy your train; tonight the police chopper circles overhead. I can
name a lot of the stars, though. A good poem, thankyou.
On Dec 5, 2007 5:26 PM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Here in the North
> we turn toward deeper
> darkness. Tonight's thin moon
>
> hides itself in clouds
> withholding snow. Our stars
> are curtained. No light falls
>
> on my skin. It does not
> touch me. I cannot
> feel it. I lie alone
>
> on this high, hard bed.
> Night follows night.
> I watch for the moon
>
> out these frosted windows,
> listen to the silence
> of winter. Trains pass by,
>
> their rattling wheels, their
> mournful call, taking someone
> somewhere. Where are you?
>
> Do you see this moon
> in your strange sky?
> Can you name the stars?
>
>
> --
>
>
> ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
>
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