Tuesday, September 18, 2012


©  2012 Steve King
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i saw
the rains had come
to chase the sun—

grey twilight wolves

moon is gathered in the veil
starlight tarries where it will

the shadows do come home to me
and so the room is empty no longer

no corner lit to hold a dream
nor the very thought of you
for long

this window
frames the perfect page
to save me the usual thousand words