02 April, 2012

Silent Night

Peepers break the lost
Soundless night. Somewhere
A train blows stretching
And breaking it apart. In
My wine I wake.

Walking, quietly, with no sound
I am suddenly awake, alert-

To what I see with my ears. Is
It the wine or the sounds in
The night that has made everything
go loud?

Does he know I am here?

Copyright Denise A White 2012