without you <br />night pressed down upon me <br />with a hard cold, driven deep by sharp winds. <br />a thin sliver of moon <br />only emphasized <br />the darkness and my longing. <br />even the snow coating rooftops <br />and piled by the fronts of houses, <br />where it had escaped the sky, just this morning <br />was a shadowy gray, <br />like the ghosts of passion. <br />Their presence can make <br />my relentless devotion to your irks and beauty, <br />pass by like a gracious dream <br />destined to desert me<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-pressed-down-upon-me/
