| Night Memoir And when I left you, night was all around me; the stars were violent in their light. But I traveled on, my arms empty of you, my soul's music subtle and intense. I know your eyes by heart. My mouth shapes words delirious and strange. Days pass by. Now you are the image I awake to. And I? I am a dream looking for your sleep. To hear this poem, link to http://www.loudio.com/Podcasts/Arts/Poetry/Night-Memoir.101156 |