Tanzen

In indigo twilight

we no longer take seconds for granted.

Dark waves scream

unfathomable unruly words.

Hurt

charging

hurt

changing.

In a place absent of fear and danger

our destination

insignificant hours pass.

Loneliness tastes good

where

we are not wanted.

Nights of Tea, Tanzen and fruit cake!

Infinitely high

Ungraciously low.

A museum of what was.

This is who we are now.

Stripped winter branches.

Silent

Beautiful

Emerging

and

Disappearing.

Every moment we wander in history.

A short-term eternity.