For Stella

Stella

Why dance around

cliche

when it is truth?

You are

too beautiful

for words.

Sleep well

tonight

and let

morning take you

to every place

you need

to be.

20 Hours

The mind is running

at 1/2

capacity.

The senses

dulled,

numbed

to a

frac

tion

of what they

would

normally be.

It is a vice

of necessity

or so

I would like

to think.

The choice is

always

at hand.

This night

our fingers

lock

as I lead us

through the

darkness

to the respite

we all hope

to reach.