Alone, In a Hotel Room Clouds at night remind me of your hair Sweeping across your face, the breeze your breath Gentle on my skin. Wrapped in air I think of you. Alive, I fear not death For I have had such joy as never man Deserved since leaving Paradise. And seeing This, the gods themselves are jealous. Can Any touch of heaven match this being Clothed in flesh? Even missing you I find such pleasure at your thought, I crave To dream tonight of you, each vision true To what has passed before, and which I save. And so in feeble word I try to say At night, alone, of how you are my day. copyright E Glas Durboraw, April 4, 2002 - Birmingham