A slumbering fade
lips become quiet, and there is no malice
falling away into a nap
Thoughts process the distant Winter scene.
penniless and alone
forgoing family and friends for my words
A lost tired human
walking along rows of Christmas cosiness
wishing for pennies
Dreaming of the life I would lead with you.
lost to the four winds
feeling the nap recede into the afternoon
C & K 