November 10, 2014

Cocoon


The night's nearly over,
as we spin away 
from the moon,
safe in our cocoon
of darkness.
Your alarm
pulls me back
from my dreams.
On snooze,
it finds me again
without mercy.

Wind moves
across the patio,
our sliding door open
to the other side
of the dark,
where souls
of the departed 
are waiting,
wondering when
we will emerge
fully grown,
hungry
for a deeper silence
than the one
we have found
on our own.