Friday, January 13, 2012

The night between rock and ocean

It was you.
It was you who stood with me in darkness
and spoke colour through your lips
and painted pictures on walls with the words
that you spoke,
there in a darkness I had not recognised
until you coloured sentences
and showed me how bright light could be.

For a second,
in that darkness,
I thought the moon was closer
than it had been before
but I wouldn't be certain
of that being true
because I don't remember much
of anything clearly.

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