Over the Long Day, Over the Sacred Night
—A Selection from Fleeting Moments of Fierce Clarity
I lost myself
somewhere between
the dawn and dusk.
Somewhere,
in serving you
I lost my self-worth.
Somewhere,
in trying to survive
I sold what gave the days meaning.
Somewhere,
in seeking the truth
I discovered the extent of lies.
Somewhere,
while needing your love
I altered myself to gain embrace.
Somewhere,
in needing to believe,
I let myself be deceived.
Somewhere,
while telling my story to you
your fictions became my biology.
Yet somewhere,
sometime…somehow
I found myself
there, in-between
sunset and sunrise.
There,
in the dark,
when your light
was no longer upon me,
I could see myself.
There,
in the silence
what opened while you slept,
I could hear myself.
There,
in the solitude,
detoxified of that need for your touch,
I could feel myself.
There,
in the gulf between worlds
where body and Being are in harmony,
I remembered the whole of what I am.
There,
in the absence of desperation,
I gave myself the freedom to be
and came to love what lies within.
