Tuesday, December 18th, 2012...1:05 pm

seth howard | longing

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LONGING

The rain fell in circlets in the puddle
Outside my window, and the light
Shone vaguely on the surface
Yellow sheen


Orange streetlights stood
Above parking lots, shining
Crucifixes in the lurid night


I knew her name and whispered
It by candlelight, so that
No one could hear me tell


Of what partook that evening
Late night reverie, a hungry
Look, that was the look
Of acceptance
Of the sway


The night held for us
Like a breath held in anticipation
Of a long awaited
Happenstance


Or a long forgotten
Thrill, that shook us from
Our sleep


And took us by the hand
Into the night until
We were swallowed in
The longing of
Remembrance


And the winter’s
Silent chill

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