To Me

Lonely,
I wait for you.
Ice crystals creep slowly
along window panes - midnights' frost
in white.

On black
photo paper,
your image beside mine -
a negative in positive
or black

on white,
and I wait, still
as the candlestick, tall
until flickering flames create
shadows.

Who cares?
I close my eyes.
Dreams come for me, and you
journey homeward, the road as far,
as long,

as you
dare make it. Sleep,
is shallow, eyes flutter
like flames inpatient for you to
return.

Lonely,
in white on black,
or black on white shadows.
Who cares? As long as you return
to me.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 1   Spring & Summer, 2003.
Go to the Poets & Authors page for the poet's biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2002 by Maryann Hazen Stearns.