After Dark

    Image by Daniel Murtagh

In the long winter nights

when time eclipses thought

and dreams bleed into waking

I question the turning of the stars.

Which of them is already dead,

how much longer until 

their lights go out, 

and how will I navigate

through the treacherous dark?

Spooned into the hollow of your arms

I count on your tenderness.

The image above was provided long ago by Tess Kincaid as a prompt for The Mag.  I never managed to write anything at the time, but the image haunted me until I recently paired it with something I wrote for G-man's FF55.  Check out both of these links for some wonderful poetry.