Poets United this week has as its theme, “Let your song be delicate”. Here is my offering:
Night fell softly, covering all
As if in flakes of blue-black snow;
Silence reigns, sky revolves.
I fought with sleeplessness
And won – as for my prize:
Your remembrance in a dream.
And it was as though I had drunk
A deep draught of sweet red wine,
Mixed with oleander poison, green.
Stars sparkle like tears falling,
The moon absent, perhaps it has set,
And an owl hoots.
I stir and turn, wakeful once again,
The room cold, dark, quiet,
And by my side, an empty space…