Making Friends with Night

I shut out the night
night I had never seen.
I mourned the day end
the sunlight that had been
my only time with you.
Then I met night, and knew
that I would never be
afraid of love,
the dark was mine,
a lover like you.

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It comes now, slowly
the first suggestion
of hurrying doom
and rushed prescriptions.

The Flight Series

One


Brown and tan and dark
earthtones
yet so unearthlike.
No green of grass
no blue of quenching thirst
Brown and tan for miles
earthtones stretching before me.



Two

Dallas at 35 thousand feet
cloudy and dark
silver and gray
bathed in fog
and swirling mist.
I fall into
its shrouding arms
fearing myself
fearing the fall
torrents of tears
torrents of pain.
And the first drop of manna
to my parched lips.



Three

Rivulets in stone
running through gashes
on the sides of
improbable majesty
running red from the blood
of what wound of mankind?



Four

In slanting waves
what once was
a trickle
has turned into
this storm.
Covering all our
windows, all our
views, all our sight.
But in ferocity
it loses to the
storming in my heart.



Five

The window was small.
Still, bigger than
the window to my heart.
And the droplets
of tears that clung to it
flicked from my tainted fingers
were darker than Desdemona's blood