Saturday, March 15, 2008

He sat at his study,
lit only by the dim yellow of the desk lamp.

Outside rang the crickets' unceasing song,
and the cool night that shrouded them all.

Scrolling through the tiny little words,
on that tiny little screen,
He stuttered as he drew a breath,
barely able to grasp the phone...


Angel, you know, at night, whenever you look up at the sky...
It's that very same night sky im gazing at, too...

jOhn thought at 4:00 PM