January 17, 2009 at 7:55 pm (poem)

hovering above
wings flap nervously
I know you’re not there
but still I look

my feverish love
let me lay on a hand
and banish the heat
push back the cold

sleep sound my dear
wander through dreams
I will stand guard
and tomorrow there’ll be sun

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