I open my eyes
and you appear, bustling,
glowing below. I grin - I am
not cold now.
Orange horizon,
streets winding. You
fascinate me.
It is unusual for a plant to
grow towards darkness,
yet my heartstrings stretch
towards you,
seeking your flickering
pockets of light -
homes, churches,
grocery stores,
nestled cozy in black velvet.
Ships sit delicate
on flat sheets of indigo,
silent,
and still.
