eala

machinations of night


the pure silence blankets me,
a thick fur to keep me insulated,
to hold me in my thoughts;

somewhere in the silence,
i feel you far away -
dreaming in my solitude,
i need your solid touch;

what purpose fills this space?
what need does distance cure?
why, when beauty is before us,
do we keep her in the dark?

will my faith withstand the quiet? or
will we be betrayed
by the sanctity of night?