Contemplation

Gazing through the window
a street, grey, yet glittering with frost
warm cheek pressed to chill glass
my lips caress a glass more delicate

The shimmer of a cloud against the moon
a glance as it passes displays
the stars bright, cold, magnificent,
so proud upon the artist’s velvet black

A sip or two of crimson, warming
as dazzled eyes look through the world
a memory, elusive, quickening by
touches a soft kiss against my brow

Palm sweeps softly against the pane
clearing the mist from thought and view
a smile now dances in my eyes
for the memory returned, of being loved

© J L Reaville - 2007