The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
It’s dark on the bridge. Biting winds tear at my coat. She should be here soon.
Head out the window, Ears pinned back, jowls flapping. That’s one happy dog.
Warm, vaporous plumes Her breath, turning to crystals That cling to my face.
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