DEEP IN THE NIGHT
Long past the witching hour
When the moon has gone
And the world is caught
Between sleeping and waking
Something stirs
Deep in the night
Long past the vanishing point
When the dream has spun its web
And the bed is caught
In silken net
Blood pulses
Deep in the night
Long past the time of knowing
Things real from imagined
Warmth looks for warmth
And walls of time and space
Collapse
Deep in the night
Beyond the line of doubt
In the belly of the darkness
Fingers intertwine
Hollowed in the warmth
Climbing
Deep in the night
© David Lowe 1997