consolations

sometimes,
i stay with the night.
we walk alongside
blurring, making
shadows and memories
from dark and light years away.

constellatory portraits of solitude.
portraits of constellatory solitude.

sometimes,
the night stays with me.
we sit alongside
re-membering, drawing
hopes and misfortunes
from heavy and gossamer years away.

overcast portraits of silence.
portraits of overcast silence.

at all times,
the night and i,
hold one another
as desolate strangers might,
without possession, or desire,
proximate in our distances
wishing for nothing more.