The Eerie Dark
A measure of time,
which feels like trudging
thru thick sand
and tall reeds,
every step is treachery
and the whole sky wants to see you cry;
all you need
is that space of light
beyond your nose
that is not you
to show you a way
that is not your own
to a place where you have not been.
Before you go,
you must leave behind
all the muscle memories
of falls and scrapes,
visions of a broken past
that have kept you on a broken path,
and move forward
into the warmth
of the eerie dark.