Velveteen Blackness

A a beautiful, cool night; longing for her love. Acrostic-style.

Vast emptiness
Enveloping the sky,
Leaving only a few scattered stars
Vivid and bright.
Evening draws nigh,
Turning the sky a purplish hue.
Eventually it will fade away;
Entertaining fireflies,
Never coming close enough to touch.

Beginning to feel a chill,
Like a whisper of a soft sigh
Across my arms as I shiver,
Clutching my sweater tightly,
Keeping in my body's warmth.
Needing to feel your arms around me.
Evening turns into night.
Still feeling cold and lonely,
Still missing you.




~*~ April ~*~