How many times does the wave have to lash the shore to wash my mind clean?
There is a secret buried deep,
An enchantment dark and proud.
Here, in the space between infinities, awash
Was perhaps a space of rest,
Of respite and resolution.
The quiet lull I sought,
Not your shatter,
Not my noise.
The dark beckons a little too deliciously
A little too dangerously,
The melody sweeps me up.
Clothed in the lightest of gossamer
That wants to melt away,
I welcome the unknown, unafraid.
Dark and light all mixed up
Half magic, half hope,
In this twilight land, we can finally become us.