Prose

Awaiting
A blurry world


It is here, in silence
I await your voice
There is no telling
I am your lamb

In our embrace in my dreams
Skin pulled taught against bones
There is a piece of you there
I despair upon departure


Sick of worry
Servile
Footsteps in the snow


How many times was I here
Not knowing why


My life between hers
Cooing, midst the shadows
And the holes in the heavenly tapestry
In the nascent dawn
We'll start the day again


Looking at
Missing people
To lose your way
Engulfed
Is life