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

Accepted for publication in Blackmail Press, summer 2003

Artwork: Mist of Avalon by Jack Meredith
(No Music)

Jack Meredith hails from Avalon, Australia where he continues to fascinate me with his artwork. He has appeared on my pages several times. Thank you, Jack!

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Published in Kookamonda Square Journal January 2003