Arms of a Crater

Arms of a Crater

Held…

in the arms of a crater.

The silence
pounding like a drum—
beat with a delicate feather.

The hush in this
void like a favorite nursery rhyme
I never tire of hearing—

***Once Upon A Time***

Lying awake,
gentle speckles of light
grip hands with
night’s mask.

Both have a face
and recognize
their reflection in one another.

I look on
from a nestled crook
in this crater.

Closing my eyes
wishing to wake
to a fullness

eclipsed by the 
shadow 
of 
You.