For it was a chilly moment,
when while the sun began to set
I looked inside her eyes,
only to realize
hers would no longer shine
instead a sort of quiet resign.
Oh, we did smile many years ago,
and yet still
there seems this need of mine,
this tortured self fulfilling misery,
I must feel capable,
have some solace in knowing
I am not the loathsome man
I feel my internal self can be.
A slow walk on a wintry night,
find my soul inside the crisp clear sky,
where dreams would happen
if only I might
know again the beauty of a starlit moment
in certain tender hands
a quiet peace of mind.
© Thom Amundsen 11/2020
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