Clarity
of Darkness Fallen
Cold Wind,
clear skies.
Stars bearing witness to impassioned energies,
not unlike their own.
Free of tension, yet taut.
Confidence guides a deft touch.
Small spaces become mouse holes, admitting desire
Cold stone form, unmoving, stands firm.
Consenting to hold the moment in it's place.
Anchoring time with it's sheer mass
On this scene, the moon also rises.
It's thin curve points the way
to the hand that cups the breast
And we sigh,
Then we know,
This is truth
© Dave Lawson, 2004