Late Night Impressions.

You in the night.
Your anger never leaves me.

              *

One Tulip in a vase.
Death made elegant.

             *

Asleep in your wagon.
Your guard dog between us.

              *

Your face in the moonlight.
The scent of damp leaves.

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The vase is made of pewter.
The Tulip is fading.

              *

Our bodies almost touch.
Our minds so far apart.

             *

On the brink of the dawn
The silence seems to deepen,

Fill up with darker shadows.

             *

Oh how I miss your voice.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 17th. 2017.