quaint and sporadic

I saw you once

in the shallow light

of a winter morning

silhouetted into the

sky like the quarter moon

the plumes of your

breath were tainted 

pink against the darkness

of the evergreens in

the distance, at least

that is how I saw them

every breath of yours

was a kiss of your rosy

lips to all your surroundings

since that moment I want

to share, if you are inclined

to care, that I think of you

often. when I see a hint

of cruelty or despair

anywhere or in anything

I imagine you there, a 

light through the smoke

the beautiful spiraling

locks of your hair falling

against my skin, covering

me like a blanket in

the darkness when my mind

can't help but conjure up

demons and monsters 

lurking in the corners

I never caught your name

I thought it would be best

to know you only in

the light of my dull

thoughts and mundane

actions, but together

I do think that

we could defeat

the thing that is

so desperately

trying to kill us