the darkness

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, November 21, 2012 0 comments

it is beautiful,
as beautiful as she who gave me
reason to capture its essence in my depth

the way it mingles undyingly and
formidably in the spaces of my mind
betrays the urge
to bathe love in my weeping secrets

I lie alone and consider its touch,
that awful, awful touch that makes perfect sense,
and am comforted that I am certain enough
to know it

my soul is the airy nothing
which gently caresses it back

oh, the darkness.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, November 21, 2012

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