Monday, April 29, 2013

My Refuge Of Night

She was my refuge of night
As I spun like a frail thread in the wind
Always dangling on edge
Unsure of which web – to grasp
She was hope!
a sobriety of life…..
amongst  a drunken world.
She was a heartbeat of words
each pause - - which filled me
and each breath – a quiet sunset
when I kissed her blush lips.
As they to - were……
my refuge of night.

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