I told you once that I like this weather
I love it when it's grey and cloudy and
cold and dark and wet
I prefer the sky when the sun isn't shining
and the stars are too shy
to come out from behind their curtain
yes, I like the silent, frozen snowfall
of a December night
when you haven't seen the sunset
in three weeks
not because you've been too busy
but because the horizon has disappeared
behind a wall of mist and dust
to return, maybe, in the spring
but you
not caring, I suppose
or assuming it was simply because
the constant dusk of day
and the impenetrable night,
devoid of warmth and light,
were merely reflections of my soul
never asked why
oh, well...

11/03/2001

Posted on 11/03/2001
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