Wandering in the Abyss

Your hand is cold
You lead me to the chamber
Blue light fills the air
Reflecting off your lily dress

We walk wordless, deeper
Into the dark, shrinking
Smaller and smaller, until
We disappear in the blue abyss

          ~

The strands of your hair
Lay haphazardly along your shoulder

Black silky strands contrast
The white of your lily dress

In the distance I hear
The faint sound of morning cars

          ~

We follow the frozen stream
As it winds through the world
Depositing us deep into the earth
Where it all began

          ~

Deep
We swim under the water
Until it’s blue
Where the light sprinkles down
To touch your floating hair

          ~

we shape time
with a chisel
following the lines
of an afternoon
    eclipse

          ~

the earth is soft
as we walk with it—
our bare feet
planting the ground
for next year’s spring

          ~

the fire radiates
from the pit
we dug last night

the embers
still floating at random
with the wind

          ~

bound together
we carry the rope
old and threadbare
to the sea to set sail
on a wooden boat