night has a transparency
imagined or real,
a place before
filaments of light
illuminate horizon,
each beckoning breath
in solitude,
gives darkness an edge
that is solid,
visibility heightens
the heart quickens,
memory a chequered
blanket unfurled
portraits on the retina
in time long exposed
to attributes of being
amongst life,
intimacy a vagrant
of the heart,
wandering far from the only
mortal fixture,
only solace to find a soul
who could be enveloped
in the passage of your
time and find greatness
there,
a greatness beyond the
limits of life and its
restrictive boundaries,
a life to be condemned
to be painfully short,
yet where a soul nourished
that existence and gave
passion surrendered,
all that came within darkness
was new light