Ink

INK

When it is quiet
I hear Dawn begging
to be let back in
But I can't meet Her
with shadows on my skin
I've crushed stars
to make room
for Darkness to stretch
and unfold
and spread
Her legs

When I am open
Night plunges deep
and rides me
... mercilessly...
the harder I breathe
mantras of moans
and chant spells no sun knows

The last time it rose
I rejected Morning's calling
Shattered birdsong forming

I chose to close my eyes
and slip
back into the limited bliss
of the abyss behind my lids
where all my sacred words
even my vows and all my hurts
drift on a river of
yearnings and memories
blurred lines and broken dreams

When it is timeless
When it is still
When it is endless
urgent and black
I sit and I spill
my words
my own Light

When it is quiet
I write