i know- <br />you won’t join me <br />beneath the moon <br />to taste ferments <br />from crystalline glass <br />nesting on satin <br /> <br />though you <br />have that longing <br />wedge within- <br />embering to a glow <br />warming winter cold <br />to degree of comfortability <br />yet doubts drape <br />with gentle feathery clouds passing, <br />sprouting buds concealed <br />too young to foresee <br />blooms on mistletoe <br /> <br />but i’m most hopeful... enough <br />that i could... i could laugh<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-laugh/
