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.
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