A distant end to end— br In the length of br night, dies anxiety and br I find myself wrapped br around the hub of dreams br and a melody of br twinkling stars o’er blue br lulling winds surges br then ebbs at a window where br through crinkling br curtains a light pierces br softly sprawling itself in br falling shades on a br frosted ache smearing br things once seemed forever, br fashioned so love crazy br for my dear. Then, the br moon peers silver o’er her br gaze and she finds me br sojourning amid ancient br thoughts watching youth go br cuddling to the sound of br a brook lapping like a br tired old clock marking br our time to sleep br ©2011 j.a.o.a.