Long forgotten by sleep
I dove deep
To hide from dreams
Kept waking
Mistaking night’s children
In its tarry ponds
For the drowned and damned
In the lightless land
Where none dared speak of god
Yet their breathless dirge
Was fishously named
My asylum of mourning
The compassion they claimed
For the hallowed dusk
And this stranger to death
To let both glow
And still accept
The need to answer
The cry of the loon
