Everyone is sleeping. <br />The trees are motionless. <br />The wind a whisper. <br />Sleep hums like a current <br />through the bright steel night. <br /> <br />Hills fit together like lovers. <br />Their great straddling thighs clasping <br />still greater darkness where they meet. <br /> <br />A star breaks and arcs across the night sky <br />like god, striking a match across a cathedral ceiling. <br /> <br />Therefore I wish, my lips making your name. <br />It is still, so still, I'm sure you must hear me?<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/over-the-years-3/
