The hours between dusk and dawn

"untitled", color photograph, 2000

The Hours Between Dusk and Dawn

life begins where reality stops
where shadows leap and dance across
the bodies of lovers in denial of daylight
protesting the wrong for the right
or the right for the wrong, who is to say,
the reality is that they will pay
for entangled limbs embracing a dream

a scream,

from souls who know no other course
short of divorce
from all that they have known or knew
but all that they have known has flown
and all that they knew is through,

gone.

so they hold on
while the lone goose flies east
until the sun kills the life-giving beast
deep inside where all living things lie
in wait for release,

peace.