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Thalassophilia
Thalassophilia
In the night the water moves
Unfurls like a flag under the pressure
Of the wind; curls like the spine
Of a retreating snake
In the night the black water
A perfect mirror a deep deep portal
The shimmer of dreams the depth
Of temptation under a quavering
In the night the water moves
In the night I move with it
The water is darker than the sky
Look up and see galaxies
Where will I come from do you think
When I swim by and yank
You under; how will you move
In the night in the water
The dark dark water moving
Like a flag like a snake
In the night the water moves
In the night I move with it
In the Night Forest
In the Night Forest
On the best nights, you need nothing
You can rest against your pack
Atop moss spotted granite
Awash in moonlight and the sounds
Of gently creaking pine, the forest
Keeping its own atavistic time
On the best nights you can breathe
Under the dizzying gaze of an array
Of stars whose light was ancient
When the stone beneath was young
And yet you can, in this brief existence
Perceive it all: light, life, night, earth
On the best nights, there under the sky
No pressing need for a tent’s canopy
The immensity of the night forest
Bears witness to our entwined minds
Those bygone suns mirrored in sparks
Sweeping between your soul and mine
