Long Distance

It was a long night.

It was chilly

And 'twas gently wet...

Was it the grey in the sky

Or the grey in her mind -

That the sky so silently wept?

The night was windy, the night was drunk.

But Who was drunk more?

The merry lot who toasted the weather?

Or She, drunk in his love?

Or He, drunk in her candor?

It was indeed a very long night

For them,

Who in vain Sought the tiny twinkling specs

In the vast grey.

But

Slowly the tired eyelids drooped

As the night faded - with

The foolish heart whispering a lullaby

Of dreams, hopes, and magic-

That ne'er seem to die.