I returned before the night
\nwas over.
\nA man looking for lost things.
\nFor a solitude outside himself.
\nWhere the darkness begins
\njust beyond his window.
\nAnd, as my eyes adjusted
\nto the darkness,
\naccepted its peace,
\nmoonlight falling on
\nthe curvature of broken symmetry,
\nI discovered a world wakening.<\/p>\n
As many bats as birds,
\nmoths as butterflies,
\na space full to the brim.
\nThere was no emptiness.
\nEverything was colliding,
\ncoming together like the emotions
\nof a face,
\nand I resolved
\nnever to think lonely thoughts again
\nwhen I walk at night.
\nOr imagine that my soul is blind.
\nOr I need be afraid of the dark.<\/p>\n
Rather, it has arms
\nthat touch gently,
\nvoices that call with hope
\nand desire,
\nand alcoves from the rain
\nthat pour music
\nthrough the heart,
\nand people I touch,
\nblessing them in their sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I returned before the night was over. A man looking for lost things. For a solitude outside himself. Where the darkness begins just beyond his…<\/p>\n