Deep in the night dreams chase
a whimsical song; such a sweet

serenade. dearest reverie your image
never fades and I have found myself

in bed with a stranger. hands that do
not fit, words that cast shadows. abstract

rhetoric does not ring true. Saint Christopher
slips between my fingers – I am lost…

closing my eyes, tranquility in the darkness
I feel you holding me close floating away

in your memory safe and sound
– once again…

(In loving memory of my husband)

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