THE SILENT DARK

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The Silent Dark

The silent dark calls my name

Without words, in whispers

That caress like a hundred feathers

Silky and teasingly 

In the hands of a lover who lives

To indulge himself in the taunting of my flesh.

It is too dark to see the face of he

Whom my soul loves

But I know he is there, waiting

For my eyes to catch the glimmer of his own

And run barefoot through cool wet grass

To enter the shelter of his arms.

It is in darkness that he resides

In darkness that he dwells alone

Chanting my name like a holy man

Hidden away in a sacred place that only he knows.

I cannot hear him in the morning

Nor at noon time when the sun is high

And life revolves like the Earth does

In it's never ending orbital dance.

It is at midnight, in the silent dark

That the call rings like a bell in my ears

And quickens the beating of my heart

Like the pounding of a horse's hooves.

I cannot see the path but I find my way

Led by love and the glow of his heart

That only I can see there in his chest

His aura shining like an angel's borrowed halo.

As his arms close 'round me, I sigh, content

And the darkness enfolds us like a blanket

And covers and shields us from prying eyes

Eyes who seek to take what is not theirs to take.

It is only then, within arms entwined

That we feel safe and complete, whole

Like a puzzle seeking for missing pieces

And finding those pieces at last.

The silence is as beautiful as the darkness

A song in and of itself

To be sung by the chosen few who know of it's treasures

Who dare to explore without light the depth of it's delights.

We are creatures of the night, my love and I

And we love what we find there

We fear nothing except to be apart, knowing that cannot be

For we are one in every fiber of our beings, counterparts.

The voice of darkness bids us come and we obey

Running like children down paths that protect

And silver streets that no eyes see but ours

It is our world, our place, our home.

When morning comes, we slip back into shadow

And we wait until the first star blinks on in the sky

It is our alarm clock, our inkling that another night approaches

And in anticipation, we listen for the call to come

From beyond the silent dark.

©by Voo

June 18, 2019

6 a.m.