dreamer and allows one to dream in peace.
― Gaston Bachelard
Watching me
With your complicated stares…
Peer through windows
In this quiet house—
Go ahead, stare
You are rude.
Even the wind goes
Round about through woods
And will not disturb
This quiet hour
When I lie awake
And dream of her.
I can taste her tears
On the wind some nights
But not now in this still room
The pale moon
Illumines a field of clouds
And owls are haunting
A distant hill
Their calls soft
As April rain
And coyotes
Absent from the fields again.
No, the theme tonight
Is silence and peace,
Not waterfall roar
Of wind in trees
Only the moon
In bright night clouds
And her pale ghost
Haunting my thoughts.
Stars, give me space.