The night gives herself to me
like the ocean does the moon.
My pen gravitates towards the indigo lights strung together around her neck like sapphires…
What would you like to see this time? She asks.
And each time, my answer is the same.
The other side, I reply.
Knowing full well the price of dreams, and the sacrifice of reality, she breaks her promise to Creation and unveils the secret language of her world.
And each time, I give my mind to her
the way the sunflower does the sun
knowing full well that she has all the answers
and all I need to do is honour them through misty eyes and a zealous pen.
