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Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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.