3.29.2013

Conversation

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
Outside it is cold
Colder than a desert night
With the last eye of light
Cast upon the barren ground
Lest the lurking be found
Lest the night turn to day
Before bidden; And hidden
Within these four thin walls
But a tent that rises and falls
But beside me you are warm
And lie sightless beyond harm
Driven now to silent calm
To stir, but breathe lightly
As the dead will breathe
And lo, for what they leave
Brings you apace, your measured solace
As though drugged by the murmuring song
Of our conversation.

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