A
"Solitaire"
Tonight is cold.
I am alone.
Fog fills the distance.
The icy water beckons.
Should I go?
What darkness lies
Between the seas
And skies?
What shadows hide
And pull beneath
The waves?
They beckon...
Shall I go?
The murk furls and curls -
envelops me.
The damp is dank.
The chill is wet (but welcome).
I hear my name.
Obscurity obliges,
And I am called
To the water's wet edges,
Where the depths are dim as dusk.
I must go.
I cannot interfere.
I am summoned,
And I must commit
To the end of fear -
To the end of now
And here.
I am concealed.
My breath is raw.
The cold has overtaken.
Tonight is cold.
I am alone.
Fog fills the distance.
The icy water beckons.
Should I go?
What darkness lies
Between the seas
And skies?
What shadows hide
And pull beneath
The waves?
They beckon...
Shall I go?
The murk furls and curls -
envelops me.
The damp is dank.
The chill is wet (but welcome).
I hear my name.
Obscurity obliges,
And I am called
To the water's wet edges,
Where the depths are dim as dusk.
I must go.
I cannot interfere.
I am summoned,
And I must commit
To the end of fear -
To the end of now
And here.
I am concealed.
My breath is raw.
The cold has overtaken.
