Soft Darkness

[From: “The Writings of C. James Gwyllyn”]

Soft darkness, speaking with great silence
in the soaring recesses of the mind,
in the deep crypts of the heart,
arises at last, ancient and new-made
amidst the brooding and relentless storm
persisting through the night-hours.
This is not our world - such is clear:
broken, faltering and bourne along
in the deep-gutted stream across the moor
and beyond, out to the slumbering sea
to be swallowed like shadowed coombs
at midnight; and we, like stars in the bright
dawn of sudden daylight-dreamings,
remain in serene and silent vigil.