Nyctophilic
Lead with light.
That way is right.
So I sit and wonder
who I am
to walk forward,
hand in hand,
enlumined.
While tangled weeds
from forgotten seas
hold.
Pull.
Always.
Drawing me
into shadow.
Into the dark below.
Into oceans
washing over galaxies
of tear-stained stardust.
As you wake
and rise,
bowing to the sun,
I settle
into the dark.
The moon reminding me
I was nev…
