Every Niche of My Heart
Every Niche of My Heart
The sun sinks behind.
And lingers for a moment
Colorizing skies.
Western Mountain Range
Made majestic by the light
Minimizes night.
Where, beyond the plains,
The bleak dark mountain peaks watch
Oh, friendless life.
And a fallen limb
Lies upon the solid ground
Lonely, filled with fright.
Resting on the rim
Not another soul around
Coldness brings its blight.
Then, the thought of you
Fills every niche of my heart.
And my soul takes flight.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March, 2008
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