Be with me in the dark and slip your arms apart to cradle my body To yours now.
Wait with me in the dark and watch me embark on the journey that I must endure now.
Listen with me in the dark and hark to an unspoken pressure Hear my Pleasure My whispers of grief Relief Watch as the Autumn leaf of my skin Fades
Love is with me in the dark As I listen to the end, and the start, of a wave of sand.
I hold onto your hand in the dark, and watch as your lips part in the last laugh of un-regret.
I smell your last cigarette Taste your last breath and watch, bereft, yet whole, watching time pull away the last strand of my summer wreath in winter, Time so Full that it can only Cease
Released
Time is so full It can only bring
Peace now
This is in tribute to ber's poem/concept: 'a thought (16)' : "love is not about the removal of shadows. love is about being together in the dark"