Snow falling on the black night

shimmers of silver

and white

on a gray velvet background

hiding distant stars

from my eyes

but, Oh!

I know that they are there

shining down

shining bright

peeking through

lace covered windows

at me

lying in bed

propped up by pillows

tucked under layers

of blankets

keeping me company

as I sleep

still

quiet

unmoving

in my dreams

of unknown quests

for I wake

without knowing

who I was

as I slumbered

or who I became

during the night’s journey

I set aside my worn journal

my blue pen

and reach to turn off

the brass lamp

that my mother always kept on

to chase away her demons

shivering

though my heart burns with fever

I whisper my love

to the world

and close my eyes

Debie McCutcheon

Cortez