She longs for peace so much <br />That a thatched cottage appears <br />Round her when she sleeps. <br />Snowbound, a resting place for a man <br />Who desires small candles <br />And the wafts of incense <br />Over the dragons of his day. <br /> <br />Comforting words are plied as though <br />As natural as autonomic breath: <br />'See me, I love; hear me, I love.' <br />It is the rejoicing of an overbearing day <br />To stay by her side. <br />And the moon sighs softly. <br />And the gentle flakes fall.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-for-her/
