Breaths and Whispers
Published in
Feb 13, 2024
The first gray light that jolts me
Bouncing off your still face
Illuminating none, but your sleep,
Disappearing into the road ahead.
The road without your light
Wrapped in darkness that spares us.
The road without your eyes
Serpentine in my imagined sights.
Vapours of your warm breaths
Making war with the cold winds.
Shifts & whispers of your sleep
Like a quarrel with destiny.
The rays have turned Tuscany
when they jolt your steady breaths.
Has it been late, darling ?
I do not know.
If it is late, I whisper.
Nothing has come early.
