Two comrades huddled <br />On the frigid ground. <br />Mangy, tattered blanket pulled up <br />Around grey, matted beards. <br />A vain attempt at shutting out <br />The bitter edge of winter. <br />Kindred spirit vagabonds, <br />Clumsily riding out the seasons together. <br /> <br />Each lost in his own dream. <br />Phil envisioned Susan, <br />A pretty girl with long dark hair <br />Who left him with only a <br />Tattooed memory on his forearm; <br />The girl he still loved now. <br />Jack dreamt of childhood, <br />His mother swaying in the kitchen <br />To the big band sounds; <br />Laughing as he joined her, <br />In a waltz around the room. <br /> <br />A sudden rush of icy wind <br />Pushed Jack from his slumber. <br />The light that shone upon his face <br />Revealed an age much greater than his sixty-two. <br />Gazing steadfast on her glorious light, he smiled. <br />Freezing bony fingers gripped tighter to <br />The wretched shred of blanket. <br />'Some peace for us tonight', he whispered, <br />Nestling closer to his constant friend. <br /> <br />Just before the snow clouds formed <br />To rob him of this vision, <br />Jack slipped silently away somewhere <br />Far beyond the moonlight.<br /><br />Linda Batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/full-moon-15/
