[154] Stuck In Sundew

I can hear the sweep of tires

racing down the lonely way

as darkness peers

through my window panes

the hum of a wanting story

floats softly through the air

cold creeps into the cracks

and I hope for it all to pass

as I wait for passion to fill my glass

warming my soul, making me whole

as memories follow me to my bed

I turn the lights dark

as the moon lands a yellow ball

gently reflecting on my bedroom walls

and I wonder where the bluebird flew

leaving me stuck in the sundew

with enchanting dreams

of finding you.