QUIET NIGHT
By
Deeni Linton
I had
company early in my life
the
usual . . . mom, dad, sister, brother
assortment
of dogs
the
morning sun
the
man in the moon
I
remember the attic fan
I
could visualize it's sound
could
feel it lifting the heat
from
my body, it's blades
disguised
as hummingbirds
I
would lay awake in the darkness
hoping
for a brilliantly sunny day
to
grace my birthday morn,
even
though my birthday was far off,
this
was always what I wished for
I
remember that quiet night
my
sister sleeping next to me
my
brother dreaming down the hall
my
parent's muffling their voices
were
they making love or arguing?
So
much time has past,
everything
and everyone scattered
ages
and years mismatched,
and
I am much wiser or
maybe
just more gullible?
But,
I know love exists
I
have felt it everyday,
for
weeks and months.
I
taste it in the bittersweet
of
my tears as they mix
with
the shampoo I rinse daily
from
my hair
I
feel it in the pulsing of
my
desire everynight,
and
wake to it's smile
every
morning
Yes,
I am one of the lucky ones,
I
know true love, deep deep love
born
from the union of souls,
meant
to be and made to last,
indefinately
© 2004 Deeni Linton
