Heart

The night is still

The storm has passed

Nothing stirs

You fade in and out of your dreams

I lie on my back

Listening to the distant beat

Of your sleeping heart

 

Propeller

The fan spins like the propeller of a stricken plane

No air remains

I wish I could travel to a cooler bed

But I would not leave without you

 

Night Heat

The sweaty ceiling glistens above me

I am still awake

Dawn is many hours away

I wish I could share your velvet dreams

 

Song Thrush (August 2016)