November 23, 2015

Wind or Rain


The sound comes again
late into the night.
I can't tell 
if it's wind or rain,
but at least I'm dry,
safe and sound,
surrounded by
this cocoon of time,
sheltered away
from wind and sky,
in this sealed domain
where I'm all alone
in the deep and the dark.
No one will notice
how still my heart,
or where I've gone,
well into the night
of another day.
Everyone knows
it's okay by me,
if I stay here
for eternity.