Stan Petrovich - One For Her

She longs for peace so much
That a thatched cottage appears
Round her when she sleeps.
Snowbound, a resting place for a man
Who desires small candles
And the wafts of incense
Over the dragons of his day.

Comforting words are plied as though
As natural as autonomic breath:
'See me, I love; hear me, I love.'
It is the rejoicing of an overbearing day
To stay by her side.
And the moon sighs softly.
And the gentle flakes fall.

Stan Petrovich

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