Many-faceted shining bits
of what we said and did,
they filter softly down
and crowd around my knees.
Quiet they gather, tiny, crystalline,
and dreadfully perfect,
piled one on top of another,
each hard to find.
Still, in the dark, they steadily mount—
threaten to overwhelm me.
Even after these three hours
they have drifted deep.
The longer this goes the colder I get;
the harder it is to leave.
Sleep comes on. Wallowing here
would be so very easy.
But I push back my silent friends—
resist collective weight
to wade through, beat an open path
back to conscious self,
away from pointed chill remnants
of time I dare not touch,
toward the beaconed, beckoning light
of the glowing hearth.
So vividly lovely
Thank you, Anna!