You kneel
Waiting in the darkness of the blindfold
Sense awakened
Trembling in the night air
“Wait.”
That whispered command
Eyes, the last thing you see
Midnight pools
Holding you
As you’re guided back
Into the velvet folds of the darkness
The knot draws tight
Punctuating
Silence…
Unfolds…
Into little voices
Now only audible
As you’ve let go
of sight
The rustling of grass and leaves, like grains being poured in the wind, chattering
Wind, slipping around the trees, stealing through the branches, singing and disturbing
The bird, taking wing, joins the conversation – an interjection of feathered beats
Growing louder
With the cadences of this moonlit night
As you slip deeper…
Grass
is soft under your knees
Each blade a soft word
Pressed against your skin
Whispering
“Let me in.”
Wind
Licks across your skin
Chill tongues
Spelling out your sins
Laid bare
A feather
grazes by your cheek
caresses your shivering form
so far from dawn
as you fall
deeper
light as…
Feathers
drifting
Wind
guiding
Grass
cradling
My arms enfold you
I’ve been here all along.
A feather’s fall away.
The night whispers
“It’s time”