These Thoughts Come To Us In Quiet.

Ambient light makes my night sky
rose hue resplendent.

I am here.

If nothing else
I
am
here.

Alone is so subjective when
someone has known that
you exist.
You become somewhere
they can't take you
away.

I have heard some of the most beautiful words
spoken
sung
whispered in the dark.

I have seen childish eyes,
wide with admiration,
peering through wild mane and
(reaching my hand across a sea of silk)
brushed the offender
from its porcelain
captive.

When breath is warm against my cheek I
fail to believe
that this history shall not
itself repeat.

Tonight
with a sky the color of virgin flesh
I feel a twinge
of
hope and
the prospect of
mercy.