DAYS AS DARK AS THE SNOW

days as dark as the snow in a bottomless crevice
the lights are from oncoming cars on a lonely
highway in the dead of night
my lover calls me from the river when I'm on a high bridge
crossing over
my lover calls me from the bathroom cabinet
she calls from the crosswalk and from the cliff edge
and from my roof on cool windy nights
at dark times my lover spins with her soul in
some forgotten place - a whirlpool of remembering
in a sea of forgetfulness
there are no lights where she is
there is nothing in that place but awe and fascination
slow crawling fascination and the nine billion
names of god
so when you meet her give her my name
and you'll get a good spot on the wall
which surrounds the black silent sea
in which she turns, effortlessly, gracefully
and watches the stars wink out one by one

By Max Chandler

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