Last night, I dreamt of her <br />for the first time in over <br />five years. <br />Her twilight face appeared, <br />a face which could neither love me <br />nor let me go. <br />The face she wore while <br />our love slowly withered. <br /> <br />That face grew fainter, and <br />soon her sunrise face appeared: <br />joyous, kind, and believing. <br />The face I first met, <br />the face I will carry <br />to my grave. <br />Last night, <br />a dormant volcano <br />in Mexico erupted.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-warm-red-hunger/
