They sat across the table, 3 AM; the light threw shadows
across their faces
She said; I have demons, deep inside and just below the
surface they swim
She said; darkness lies within and toward the outside I am
looking in
She said; I am afraid and yearning to be calm and quiet but
I am who I am.
The light swept across fixed features, across ideas, across
the table
He said; I am who I should never want to be and always wake
up to myself
He said; without thoughts, I am a cold draft falling from the
upper shelf
He said; I can only see what I have seen before; I have seen
you now without help.
The light simmered in the background; waiting to rise, to
sink, to creep away
She said; you seeing me is the only thing I have ever done
without fear
She said; your ideas the only ones I have ever tasted so
clear
She said; you are who you say? the heights you fall from cannot
be near
The light stopped to listen, the shadows slowed then and then….gone
He said; your darkness can’t scare me, demons are powerless
in their touch
He said; calm and quiet is what you have always been…always so
much
He said; you are who you have always been and always just such
The light regained its momentum, resumed it’s ever steady
beat
She said; let me touch the magic that is inside your night
He said; you now live in my hearing and in my sight
She said; let us sit calmly and quietly share this light
He said; exactly…it is the light
the light has won without a fight.