Thursday 5 April 2007

Morbid Thoughts For A Thursday Night

In the dead of night
I turn to hear you breath
One small step closer
To where I ought to be.

As pale moon draws nearer
I feel your body stir
And float with you gently
To place unknown before.

When morning comes, I know
You will awake to find
I am here beside you
Still, where I belong.