The Stars Alone
The stars alone reflect in the deepest night
And the brightest waves are dimmed by midnight's shroud.
The smallest sound is made jarring and loud
And the shore's lit only by the palest light.
The sand is moon-bleached, its gold turned bone white;
Dropped to a sigh, the wind moves not a cloud.
The frozen air kills leaf and leaves trees bowed,
And the frost sheens houses brittle and bright.
Outside, harsh winter still grips the land,
But inside all is warm, for the fire burns yet,
Gilding each restful breath as you lie sleeping -
I watch to remember, to never forget,
The taste of your kiss, the touch of your hand;
This moment's perfect enough for weeping.
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(OC Author - Gillian Smart)