five

Just six before I fall asleep.
Six moments spoken wordlessly.

The Rain on roof and
windows,  sigh.
The street by lamplight
soft and harsh.
The breath of ocean
beneath the wind.
The still of time
as winter comes.
The passionate soul;
a song beside me.
The cool of covers
embracing, consoling.

Six moments spoken wordlessly
―not as here
which mar their form and
tear their beauty

but,
  real,
            at night

                   before I dream

            
                         ~gift~