A lifetime of chipped mugs ago,
I held onto hope rising through
the snow, which had fallen like
I knew not that sleep descends
with the promise of you waiting
as a poem dipped into darkest
sighs while time and world slip
away into abyss of desire.
Poem credits: ‘Somewhere Down‘ by runaway sentence.
(Photograph taken by a friend last year)
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads