“You’re safe in my arms.”
It was like a whisper I could not believe.
Somewhere, a twinkle,
And the two became one,
and I swear I could not tell, the soul,
beyond the visage, which was which.
“What kind of mystery is this?”
I said to the twinkling stars,
“that the DNA of life is wrapped firmly in his arms.”
Somewhere I heard a laugh, -a pause-
A twinkling through the dark;
“What deep voice, is this?” I thought.
I gazed ahead without alarm,
I’d heard something, again, I knew
That underneath the shallow laugh
was depth of thought and might;
The Dark she was no foe to Night,
a cousin, neighbor, wife to light,
And so I rend my heart again,
I heard, I saw, that in his eyes,
which twinkles, laughs and feels dismay
and so I will say again and again:
I am nothing on my own.
-LFE, Dancing in the Dark: poems from the night hours