Monday, 7 June 2010

Passing

Passing

She comes at certain times
and then you know
she was expected,
her gown so loose about her
as she moves serenely,
extinguishing candles
in her pre-electric evening
with a breath-taking
peacefulness you've
never seen before.

And she bids you now go with her
to a night so dense and dark
that the silence far beyond it
is the emptiness inside you
that you recognize as home.

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