dverse Unraveling the Ovillejo with De Jackson (WhimsyGizmo)
The night is born at day’s demise.
I close my eyes,
one with the velvet dark. I picture you,
and listen to
Sinatra croon of lost love’s pain.
The falling rain
taps a countermelody on the pane.
Night dies at morning’s birth
and my hope at love’s dearth.
I close my eyes and listen to the falling rain.