I could not sleep
imagining it must be raining
There is darkness inside these clouds

I have come to know this feeling
this obscured emptiness
All night there is nothing
but my breathing
and there is a nebulous death
that happens between breaths

The sky bends around me
touches the trees
and knifes its way between the branches

I stand in the cold air
as a child stands in winter’s whisper
snow angels freshly painted
and pinned to the ground

It seems that there is still
something
that I need to say
to support this melancholy
to bear witness to the sorrow
the world owns

Could this darkness be a god
that takes me to the other side
where what is left is
invisible
Tonight the moon is unseen
by its own absence

How many more thoughts
must I make
to understand the entire world
to understand the joy of some
the grief of others

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from my fourth book: 'The Translator'
(Transcendent Zero Press, 2015)

©dah / TZP 2015
all rights reserved

"Invisible" was first published in
'Acumen Journal' (U.K.)

http://www.amazon.com/Translator-Dah-Helmer/dp/0692415254/ref=sr11?s=books&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1437074680&sr;=1-1&keywords;=the+translator+%2F+dah