"inside sound"

when nights have no days
the reed note is continuous
in its play.
dark veils of dress are lifted not
to reveal her lighter veils of white
o! dark breath of night
breathe upon your sky jewels
illuminating this your constant blackness.
the eyes of night bathe in
waters of the closed
float upon sound to
this sightless sight.
allow cool water
to fill the mind,
to lap the now swollen shores;
to impregnant thoughts.

suspend

and then burn
into the seam of night.

disappear
and become air;

blow

blow, become the reed note
shimmering as it becomes sound:
i that note
but you,
you the very inhale
that is breath.

penned for Dark One
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
21jun'04