things begin to wither,
life begins to fade.
temporary colours
no longer on parade.

thus rests the dragonfly,
from it’s skittish flight.
time to settle in
for the long and lonely night.

I await the comfort
of your tender hand,
to get me through this time
that I don’t understand.

my soul feels the shadow
of dark days just ahead.
I await the comfort
of your body in my bed.

lie with me
that I
may know brighter days,

if only in your embrace.