Sunday, July 3, 2005

The Darkness Ebbs

Darkness and shadow
carressing me softly,
enticing my soul,
to where?
Dream or nightmare,
an embrace of old friendship,
an unknown terror,
this hill before me?
Dark and shiny,
sliding through the night
reaching, grasping,
finding nothing.
Tempting, you linger,
then fade into the night.
alone, I stand
Aching for a touch.
Tossing and turning,
holding tightly
to what -
reality . . . or a dream
drowning and coughing
slipping slowly
into the
abyss of the mind.
Passion devours pride,
I reach for you,
an image etched in granite,
the darkness ebbs.

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