SILENT NIGHT

As I skulk out of the sleeping apartment,

clock hands touching,

pointing down,

I think hidden thoughts.

People glance at me

down this waking street,

wondering who I may be.

I am a stranger in this neighborhood,

A spy in the house of love,

I have escaped,

this early morn,

without a name

a hidden face.

I worked in secrecy last night,

with masked identity,

but still I wonder,

long, hope, that I might see her again.

But

I may never be seen here again

if

she cannot crack my code.

previous - next - contact me - older entries - latest entry - profile