Something In Us

Something in us has receded,
walking home at night
whilst the moon details
stars and grey cloud
shifting in seclusion.
And as we walk
so the silence grows

until it thunders out,
flowering in our
opened eyes,
a world
made public
from the other
side of private doors.

For a moment
the world stops,
and walking
we can sense
the end
of beautiful moments.
Now at this new

midnight
we recognise
departures
and leave ourselves
intact,
walking separately
without touch

so that nothing
could turn,
the moon a witness,
her stars
the evidence
of truth
that mentions

our names
openly
announcing
moments of ill ease
that come now
bone white and endless
as moonlight.

John Cornwall

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