When she falls into sleep Beside me every night, I'm often haunted by All the promises I made decades ago. So easy to make when Dark feelings were out of sight. Since then I’ve broken The locks on almost every door.
In newlywed bliss she was Sleeping next to me one night. Still in that distant land She suddenly sat-up On the edge of the bed With her back facing me, Looking into the dark closet Next to her side of the bed. She called out my name several times.
Already awake, I answered, "What’s wrong?"
With back still turned, She answered, "I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to the other Danny."
A darkened closet is where My darker-half was first revealed. My love and I were newlyweds, but In one year was the uniting of the Pair.
Through all these years, She has sensed with empathy My loss of peace and spirit And to at least try to fill-up The deep, dark empty spaces That are in the many chambers Of my damaged heart and soul.
Only this depth of Love can, In its ineffable heat, melt Away all traces of impurity, If you let it. I have learned to let it.