Gate of the Deepest Darkness



Your bare feet moving across my hardwood floors

Hot ink in hand, seeking a shore,

Cyclical serpentine daydreams,

Wind their way between you and me,

Reverse the course, reverse the fault,

โ€œHere is where your proud waves haltโ€

I canโ€™t deny what I canโ€™t claim,

Tell me your name.