Ask Nothing Of It


For that juncture

Between the set of the sun

And the fall of the night

I could breathe

And ask nothing of a place

But to be there

With it.

I would.


For just that breath

I could exist

There in passing

Leaving no trace

I would.


I shutter my eyes

And travel my thoughts

To stand in the gloaming

Breathe in

And allow sleep to fall

I will.