Shadows dance across this space beyond the city’s glow,
Patchouli lingers lightly near; outside, a muffled snow.
Morning hair ablaze with sun and tangled wooly fuzz
Just as daytime breaks the night – the evening spell that was.
The ever fading glow of youth, worn with pride serene
Lost in folds of skin and sheets, and warmness in between.
Moments bathed in touch and smells, and dreams of far away
In those moments all is calm, and threats are kept at bay.
Skin and sky, lips and love, blood and breath still heaving
Flushed and full and famished, and anxiously believing.
Hope hangs there on threads of words, whispered with great care
Promises are made and kept; and this roots them there.
As a fledgling leaves the nest, an eagle claims its name
Just as tides return in time, but never quite the same.
So the past exerts its pull, while wrinkles mark the time
Watching as it slips away, for never was it mine.