tired hands

 

There is not much strength in these fingers

But I am content to sit here

In fading winter cold

Aspiring to be wrapped in the warmth

Of arms I’ve only dreamt for

Desiring library silence in a room of screens

Placidly dictating random thoughts swayed

By defrosting fingers of a drive pushing

Forward, tugging nowhere but the solace

Of a mind in silent content

Author's Note

Cp. 5:54PM Fri 02/29/08 NM ok, mellow dead blah just words (Typed)