Without you the night grows large and hungry,
hungry enough to consume me, while its twinkly eyes burn into mine.
Twinkly eyes of the past.
I look in those eyes and laugh, smile and dance:
For in the past there was you,
And in the past there was us,
And in the past there was a candle
whose flame burned so steady, all through the night
—Just to warm us again in the morning.
I look into the night and fall into you
Like dew falls in the forest,
Silently,
Again and again.



















