Low Darkness

Tonight,
the heavy sky
could no longer hold
the smoky mist
that drifted
along the hedgerow,
and low darkness broke
in veins of blue
that branched into
the lung-black cloud.


Tonight,
the inky trees ran down
through the watery hill
and reached the ground
beneath my feet.


Tonight,
the time had come
to stop looking,
to lay aside the burden
of a world
no one wished to see
or know,
and head for home
in the familiar cold.

Endless, Deep

There is certain stillness
in the crawling day.
Fragments, tucked away
in cupboards and under beds,
that dissolve in the endless spaces
where you once lived.

There is certain calm
in the glassy night.
Columns of light
slide silently across my palms
when I reach out from the deep
and find you are no longer there.

There is certain peace
in sadness,
that separates love from grief.