Dark Hands

The hours pass as night holds
my hand, we whisper in riddles
diminshed and small
The window...friend... portal...
A view to the all, colludes in
the ritual
Does not let us fall

We gaze out at rolling things,
shrouded in inks, the fields
coated lonesome, the moons
dappled pinks...
Up to stars
Up to planets
connected... in place...
Spinning their purpose, out
deep within space
Mysterious air, in whose
presence I stand
Alone with my shadows
clutched tight in night's hand

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