heavy night air

standing alone in the
silence of time
heavy air settles on me

only at night
when the coldest breeze blows
and my memories wont let me be

like a blanket knitted
by grandmas two hands
made of wool white as the snow

on my shoulders it rests
like a shelter from fright
it covers and keeps me in tow

this heavy night air
does not push me down
nor my knee causing to bend

it surrounds me completely
holding me up
for my eyes to witness the end

i wonder if during
my ultimate slumber
if the earth is weighty and cold

will i even care
that heavy night air
once embraced now nothing to hold

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards