In darkness yet in your warmth there I sat.
The line it drew, dispersing in green, blue;
again enveloped in your scent thereat,
observing stars departing, changing hue.
The silhouette of you against the sky,
lit by bright stars, on such a canvas far,
yet focused I was not for what was high,
for no thought of mine lingered on a star.
Enfolded in your arms there I now lay,
with the dark fabric full of silver dust,
we whispered secret thoughts of the long day;
within this muted world with sudden gusts.
Forgetting all the worries trailing me,
under the tapestry embroidered here,
my eyes now closed with nothing I could see.
You were only all that I could now hear.