Anew

How does the week go,

silently,

so quickly

under a candle glow?

Across the marble floors

of the world,

winter is waiting to embrace the spring

with open arms.

In this home I sleep,

I dream.

My dreams are swept up

by you,

you~

the nightwatchman

of my life.

You sweep them up in your pocket

as the dawn breaks,

anew.