Into the Blue Black

Ombre

Attached

as we are

to each other,

you flit around

weightless in daytime,

submit to the rhythm

of my steps;

but at night,

in the dream world,

I am drawn,

entranced, to be the rug

at your dancing feet.

I stare up in wonder

at your stately no-one-ness

and marvel to see my anti-me,

spellbound by deep space

and the expanding universe

of what I think—I am—I know.

Silhouetted

against the dim din

of my unconsciousness,

your crown towers

—a coiling, writhing medusa—

over the ground of my being.

It's a mystery

I never noticed

till now how

you've stood there

these long years containing

my unacknowledged

strength and power.

Your presence belies

an absence of form,

is a vessel for what

I've eclipsed

from myself.

Nothing's lost

in this exchange.

You outline it all

yet remain mute,

constellating 

archetypes

against 

a clear 

night 

sky.