Friday, June 11, 2010

Darkness

Wading across the night black street
through the heavy damp haze
of a summer storm
the thick air currents
still and silent,
you whisper
that darkness is a giant
who steps in front of our house at night,
and I take your small hand,
and we face him together.

1 comment:

  1. this is so beautiful my eyes filled with tears.

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