I woke in the night with your words of care
Twisted awareness flying sideways
My spirit remembers lodging itself in fear
Awakening to truth where beginnings began
How is it I did not know of my edges flying forward
Finding the night aching to the touch of surrender
Does longing take place wrapped in darkness
Shrouded in the evenings splendor
I used to whisper unacquainted with poetry
What am I waiting for in phrases not formed
Scratched hiding behind my half truths.
