I Miss the Quiet Nights

I miss the quiet nights with her in my arms
Lying together on couches and floors
And the dewy grass by the lake
Long past when we should be in our bed
Hearing echoes of distant traffic
Around words circumscribing the Earth

Warmth radiating from her tiny body
Sheer enthusiasm keeping her there
Far beyond where she would normally sleep
Dark, gentle nights with a voice and a touch
Hanging 'tween life and the sky
The silences long since passed by

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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2005