Last night there was a power failure.
No lights, no electricity, dark.
Candle light leaves a lot to be desired
And yet when you can't see everything
So clearly, there's something to be said.

We played penny poker in the softness
And dozed on the couch by a fire.
The snow and ice and sleet fell anyway
Piling up outside, probably pulling down more wires,
Somewhere, but we were quiet and restful.

Around midnight the lights came on.
We got up and turned them all off.
Nestling back into bed, warm and sleepy,
We felt like things were back to normal.
Lights off, eyes closing, minds free, together.

01/07/2005

Posted on 01/10/2005
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