In the dead of night


In the dead of night,
they come
surreptitiously
blowing away
gossamer cobwebs
I knitted from
your thoughts
to keep me warm
in your absence
Their cold light
cools the ardour
I still feel
shines on the futility
of my love
Yet, I do not fear them
for the sparkling stars
show me the truth
from which I try to hide
in the dead of night

© 2015 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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