Above
the darkling
road,
Orion strides.

The night
is bold black,
dark
beyond
imaginings.

Once more,
I secret
my way,
under cover
of
bleakness.

Beside me
the ink black
sea,
calm
after
Atlantic
rage.

A gull startles.

Down the
boreen,
a candle
flickers.

You are there.

There is
hope.

12/31/2005

Posted on 12/31/2005
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