Thursday, October 07, 2010

Counting Sheep

Such were oppressive nights, seemingly laden down
with humid smokey haze of love lorn eyes.
Elsewhere, heavy with thought and drink
featherweight pillows cradle a lover courting sleep.


Ricercar said...

how beautiful!

it even jarred me out of my now habitual bitterness about matters of the heart ;)

P said...

We are all so jaded! :)