It’s dark.
So much more to see than in the light.
The streets, loud,
But a soft hand hears
My heart loud and clear.
I can’t know
What is going through your mind,
But I have no questions.
You want to be nowhere else,
Yet your dreams take us away to faraway places.
Do you see the truth
In my morning gaze?
Listen to my words.
My actions, now open to our spirit,
Congealed, intent with honest force.
Through my bumbling, mumbling,
I carry you out
Past the gate; there is no doubt.
You’re still with me –I’m not alone.
Red lights flashing.
No matter –we’re both done.