darkness

​

This is the darkness of

Original nature

yours,

mine.

 

Intimate and wide, deep;

familiar and yet 

undeniably

alien

 

The tinkle of a bell in an unknown land

calls me home 

through 

the dark.

 

Waves crash all around as

children’s hands grasp

for sweets;

 

Gulls streak

overhead like

shooting stars.

 

This is where

we meet —

Every time,

has there been some

other meeting place?

 

Here, we see — come face

to face

with 

me

 

The darkness of the sky 

bleeds into blackest

sea.