without you
night pressed down upon me
with a hard cold, driven deep by sharp winds.
a thin sliver of moon
only emphasized
the darkness and my longing.
even the snow coating rooftops
and piled by the fronts of houses,
where it had escaped the sky, just this morning
was a shadowy gray,
like the ghosts of passion.
Their presence can make
my relentless devotion to your irks and beauty,
pass by like a gracious dream
destined to desert me
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-pressed-down-upon-me/
