Verge of a Dream: Not revealed

I could take all
The unfairness of the
World. I would not mind.
The surrounding cold, the
Coming darkness.
I wonder if it is
Something you never
Wanted, until now.
Your arm around me.
It could be quiet as
The cloister.
Or my arm about
Your shoulder. A block
Party’s noise.
Instead of the aches from
A hard day’s work, or
The stings remaining
From the inevitableness
Of life.
The curtains will open
Next morning.
If light moves in waves
It happens in secret like
Love not unreturned
only not revealed by
The covering star light.

RLB 06/23/2023