Where are you

Where are you

When those sad eyes close.

Does truth follow,

Is fear a close companion,

Driving itself

Into the deepest aspects

Of your person-hood,

Winkling out secrets,

Hidden,

Even from yourself.

Throwing peaceful

Reverie

Into turmoil and

Casting the shadow

Of loss

Into greater relief.

What of your hands

As they reach out,

Fingers beseeching

Empty air,

Smokeless writing in the sky,

Falling,

Out of your body,

Without a parachute.

Do you see something there,

Have you a story to tell.

Even as

Darkness barely wanes

Do you look for light.

In each fading flicker

Does the ghost of its

Illumination

Heal the troubled mind

Of the deepest wounds,

Soothing scars accumulated

In the everyday fight

Against life’s

Sharpest cruelties.

In its aftermath,

At half sleep’s end,

When your eyes

Come open,

Do you remember

What you saw

Writ plain, in words

Of different sizes

And if you do,

Or not,

Will the essence

In the meaning

Come to matter

When the scheme

In all such things

Is well and truly done?