FRIEND IN FEBRUARY
(for Patricia)

Sleep is a train
That you missed tonight,

And now your mind
Is a junkyard

Of broken feelings.
Lit up like the dawn,

Your thoughts are late creatures
Seeking deep holes.

Your wintered heart beats
For tomorrow’s cold pulse.

And somewhere beyond
Your lonely house,

Quick tongues dig for love
And forests fall for kings.

 --Peter Thabit Jones

 

 

 

Copyright © Adel Gorgy 2011 Photograph  Anthology of Friendship  after Van Gogh (Starry Night)
Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadsides # 36