A lifetime of chipped mugs ago,
I held onto hope rising through
the snow, which had fallen like
swan feathers.

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.

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads