Read Between My Lines (Ponderances on a Cold Winter Evening)
by Vanessa Carolyn

The tracks extend much further
than my train of thought can go.
Sleep evades me at this point,
like I am the plague.
I lie quite still here, in bed
and stare out the window.
What lives in our future still
is crisp, yet oh-so vague.
Watching the bitter blustery wind dance
with the barely falling snow.
Tossing and turning,
with no end in sight,
The only thing I long to do
is call this day a night.

Written June 5, 2001, 9:43 am
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