I named my blog after the following poem I wrote in 2003. The idea of turning feelings over to Mother Nature for release or balm has always appealed.
Songs To A Midnight Sky
Daily, you draw the line
between yesterday and today,
dare me to cross,
dare me to get close.
I stand in the backyard rain,
shirt soaked, jeans sucking
against hungry thighs, hear
you move around in the den,
stereo rising high
over a flash of lightning
to the east .
The Lettermen
But of course
you would put them on
to taunt me
Defiant, I sing along,
face the night sky,
swallow raindrops, dance,
until I know that yes,
I can survive anything.
Even you.
Later, when I shiver out of wet
into dry, you already sleep,
back walled to my side of the bed,
dreaming your own song alone.
Pris Campbell
©2003
Published in Blackmail Press
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