Poem: A Winter Night Poem: A Dreaming Night
A dreaming night inside our warmed home.
Outside are all vestiges of storm and bleaking bleating bleakness
and the wind is wild as wild, then wilder than, til wilderness.
Winter is here, in its spades of sharpened warped clinking darkness. A karaoke of ice and menace.
A world away from here there are ribbons of warm light on the circumference
of a tropical and coconut harbour somewhere with nothing to pay
and palm trees, or so they say,
but not here.
They there will have to find their own dreams tonight.
Perhaps they will dream of us,
here in the determined parabolic warm breathing snug.
They are all respiring out, or sigh, whilst we inspire within or die.
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