The unspeakable

Jerking upright in bed, 

Summer but not a trace of sunrise

Only the wash of the street lights glimmering in the sky

Ageing eyes try to defy their waning sight

Define solace:

Granting outlines in the surrounding space

Listen instead to your blood pound

To ignore the thoughts that race, then pace, but never still

That’s how you know he’s calling to you

That’s when you hear the impending journey

Rushing where once it sauntered,

Running towards you, pulling you towards it, cajoling

That which was beyond the bounds is now beside

That which formerly hinted mortality now howls

That’s when you tell yourself you have no fear

That’s when you hear yourself say you have no regrets

As a quagmire tsunami swamps you with memories

That make your guts wrench and nail

That smile to the corners of you lips.

He may be a She, he may not wear black,

Don’t let him have a scythe or a sand timer.

She may smile, she will smile. She will smile

And enfold you, forgiving errors past

If that’s what awaits you, then it’s what greeted them

And that’s the only comfort there is.

That which awaits, also beckons

A silvery glimmer glimpsed in the corner of the eye

A misty morning that never passes into the full glory of day

Dawn or twilight?

It’s hard to say

Probably depends on causes made and latent effects

She smiles when you catch her, inside your safety zone

A knowing smile that doesn’t reassure

Or make your heart beat any the less swiftly.

Is there a temptation to get the waiting over?

Just spring or is it fall into those,

They must be white or at least pale arms

You know she could be the epitome of a soul mama

Warm brown, or golden honey.

Or could that never be?

It’s coming back to the source,

A welcome, a greeting

The thronged reception, teeming with your history

Forgotten faces looming,

Observing the recognition of your ancestry

Re connected to All That Is and was.

A new journey begins

Beautiful life, petty, glorious, savage, short

Will once again be left behind.

Sleep?

Perchance to dream?

To close, too close, to another state for comfort

The outlines of your space now perceived

Bring no succour

So sleep again eludes.