Apr/May 2011 Poetry |
Photo by Russel Bittner
The Good Night
For Sari
At the end of the day
Our eyes are drawn
Like ink through parchment.At the end of the day
An old doe drinks
In her solitary pool of light.At the end of the day
We are all gold,
Reflecting a common moon.At the end of the day
We are glad to be nothing
In each other's eyes.