Sunday, October 16, 2016

Next To Me...





Day is hushed
Its vista brushed
With velvet rush
Of ebony
Oh darling, why
When the night-winds sigh
Do I wish you
Were next to me?

It is not far
To where you are
Dark cannot bar
Thought’s entity
I press a prayer
To midnight’s air
And feel here
Right next to me

© Janet Martin

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