The Night is Nearly Clear
23.01.2010
(c) 2010 by Heidrun Beer
The night is nearly clear, only a silent stream
of travelling frosty thin clouds dilutes the moon.
I see you sleep, and tenderness spins a cocoon
to keep you safe from all things foreign:
cold, sharp, sneering, hateful clouds of thought
that would dilute your caring purity of heart.
And there, you sigh and smile and turn to me,
radiating warmth, and listen deep inside as I
whisper sweet words of love into your dream.