It was the way
the night wind
broke up the silence
into pockets of longing;
and for solace
and understanding
her eyes caressed
the wall of books
all known and loved
on the other side
of her yellow-wooded desk;
and she filled the desolate silences
between the dirges
of the wind’s mournful singing,
with their beloved words.
(3 August 2013)
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