Outside the night is dark,
and the fog quilts the landscape
with its fine yarn that trails in
wispy threads across my path.
And I walk, how I walk, to my
own drumbeat heart, through
this space as stranger and friend,
heading along a place made
unfamiliar by the inky black, lit
only by the steady gaze of stars.
Yes, I walk with one focus, one
thought directing my urgent steps:
to see you, my dark princess of
night, bathing in the pool of
sooty crystal, lit only by moonlight.
To see you as my passion of night’s
quest—waiting there for me and
unfurling the silk of your display
among the night shadows, midst
the tender garment of evening’s mist.
Walking to you—secret foot fall
across the dusky expanses of my mind.