Thursday, March 22, 2012

Peace. Calm. Love

Lying in bed alone. But not alone.
The nightjar is vociferous tonight, hauntingly so.
Autumn is here, undoubtedly, but not tonight.
My heart is at peace, and content.
Today was also a productive, well balanced one.
Memories linger fresh.
Many years pack themselves close up together, like books on a shelf, the memories are as varied and colorful as a hundred dust covers.
I've seen many butts left in ashtrays, despite not smoking. Each one is a memory too, often intimate ones - before and after - or during: the smoke air blown through intimate conversations held on a couch overlooking the edge of the world, my world.
Peace. Calm. Love
Lights out.

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