Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.

For it is up to you and meto take solacein nostalgia's armsand our abilityto create the everlastingfrom fleeting moments.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.