Leanne

In days of winter fire, night rides black and cold, stars come out like ice, the love of dreaming, even at home, beams across eternity, no matter what the desire, someone’s here to hold, who never lies, but love is not for scheming, om smart ‘phones, they don’t give us memory, won’t replace the tides, tell us we're not alone, no matter who conspires, in these yellow evenings, I’m already toned a name for every gleaning, written on a stone.