stirrings

sighs
I miss the night sky
cold clear and deep, it calls me
through an open door

it's always there,
on the other side of myself
waiting with stilled breath
and silver white eyes
slivers of moon on
deep indigo
flashes of scarlet
violet
it is the night
that other side
necessary and needed
to balance the bright
frenzied light
of living

homecoming
I found you waiting
down my winding spiral paths
my center, your home