Tabled Talk

Rejoicing in day's end
the softening of everything at dusk
when brusk light starts to blend
into
hello darkness my old friend

With every exhale
I slip out of my skin some more
shadow dancing
into the nightscape
'here we go, let's dance babe'

The realm where wishes
lead the way
the space you want to but
can never stay
blink the ocean in my bedroom
resurface
and tabled talks will reassume


I.A.m

Art:

Boethius and Philosophy, oil on canvas, by Mattia Preti