Darkness – Page 84

I wonder what kind
Of man I would have become
If we hadn’t met

A lake flat as glass
The calm belies the hunger
Beneath the surface

Dusk in the forest
Eerie tendrils of blue light
Draw me in deeper

Salt hangs in the mist
The bell from a channel buoy
Guiding me back home

Weightless in the sky
The rim of a silver cup
Spilling out the night

Old memories found
In the back of the closet
Hiding in the gloom

In a copse of trees
Entwined in vines, a slowly
Rusting tricycle

As midnight’s tide ebbs
The wet sand saves our footprints
But for a moment

Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home

I blindly reach out
Seeking across the darkness
For your existence