My eyes of night

Black branches cradle
this flickering mind,
sorrow’s shadow follows
these points of light
shining in the void.

Kneel before the dark,
trace your fingers
along its walls
and read the cold words
in its faces of stone.

Be alone in
the fire of winter,
understand nature’s edge
as it cuts through your
worn truths.

At ocean’s end
I hold my breath,
waiting for the current
to carry me back to light and air,
as I carry my eyes of night
to the break of day.