A poetic journey through my mind

The longest night

The fever is broken,
the long night is through,
with its dreaming and crying
and hunger for you.

You’re here in my arms now,
just where you should be,
just you, the cool breeze,
the daybreak and me.

One response

  1. Ah, love rejoined–night grown into day–fever broken and refreshment all around!

    April 16, 2012 at 1:44 pm

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