Near Solitude

neon lights at night danced behind closed eyes vague memories embraced cats lie at the foot of my bed a heater vent breathes the world I know turns it’s February the sun wears a veil of clouds I take a deep breath a feeling that love lies between death and me as I cry out for spring a leap of faith always a poem to write a story to tell at the end of the street a ravine crowns of trees reach into the air beginnings rise from other endings