One Rainy Night

Last night, I went through some notebooks of mine from years and years ago, filled with literally hundreds of poems. I pulled out two to share. Here’s one:

The mountains shine a glimmering pink
as they are stained by the sunset.
I stood under a pearlescent moon
thinking of you.
The frozen blanket that covered the ground
cushioned my footfalls as I slowly made my way through
a frozen Calgary.
Hardly the winter-wonderland it was made out to be.
Downtown, the lights from windows shine like stars
against a darkening backdrop… like the stars from that night,
and skyscrapers puncture the sky above.
Sometimes I wish the city would burn
so that maybe my memories would be charred,
And the ghosts of you that still haunt me would fade away…

Tags: Poem of mine