It is 5:30 AM...

October 12th...

2006...

I've become once again nocturnal, once again frozen.
My memory a document, unedited.
Words like crayons, childish and muddy.
But she fell in love with them.
To become a word, to become a love letter.
A flower in her hair.

Naked in this light,
A autumn leaf at my foot,
Lets wake this october,
forget the winters sleep.
Kiss the wind, then each other.

As you stand, in the elevator,
admiring your clothes,
I think ahead.
Christmas Eve.

d.b.