night cloaked quiet
words going nowhere
pages filled
as you are
falling deeper
in the dark
once in time
there was lightning
now the storm
as you are
treading water
in the dark
light reopens
a bond renewed
time to heal
as you are
dancing away
in the dark
Weeds underwater,
reeds in the flow.
Firmly anchored
in the mud.
Going nowhere, at the same time
swirling.
Around and around.
Holding ground.
The dance of lovers engulfed,
deeply intertwined.
We watch as if it wasn't.
We wish as if it were.
The current never stops pressing,
always flowing.
One way.
The edges begin to blur,
the blades dull.
One gives and they all go,
freed of the mud.
Swirling
past the shores of time.
Finally,
holding on to nothing at all.
Dawn waits for the moon to hush,
to tell her secrets.
Dawn watches the moon dance.
Hey diddle, diddle,
cat and the fiddle.
Dawn watches the dance die and
waits.
Her secrets are revealed.
Dawn waits for the sun
to tell her secrets.