That Night
by Frank Watson
That night you died a little,

right before my eyes. I kissed

you and still you did not wake. I lifted

you in my arms and carried you

to an early grave. You invited

me in for a drink but I wasn’t ready.  

So I walked the nighttime fog and listened

to the howl of your voice for a thousand years.


All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013