You are young, so young,
I can walk through lonely aisles
Always finding what I want in you.
The words aren’t right.
They never could be.
I held you too tight
And you slipped through my hands.
I poured myself into you.
Stroll with me in green -
Hard rain falls
Our twilight spins
Lost in constellation.
The fire whispers
Background jazz.
Pasts forgotten
I kiss you in your sleep.
Bright stars dimmer in the cold.
Prompt from
Wednesday Wake-Up Call 26.12.12 Collage to Close the Year. We were challenged to create a work from other works throughout the year. I chose to write a cento from my two collections,
Night Poems and
Haiku in the Night.