Silver Birches by Michael David Coffey
Longing
The night is silent
and inviting
Yet the only invitation
is unanswered
And the rhythmic dripping of water
reminds me of other times
When,
in the green sanctuary
of an earthen wrap
We made love to that sound
Though now,
it just reminds me . . .
of our longing
Copyright ©
April 9, 1999
Michael David Coffey
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