Now

The blue and black of night shine bright,
He shuts his eyes behind thin veils
of delicate skin, seeking soft inner light.

Such delicate barriers for protection
against restless Three AM,
with its prying fingers and its need
to show him fearful matters.

Better the inner struggle
to travel
to the place where loneliness
has no sway.

She is still here
living
smooth velvet skin
Dark brown eyes that see him.
Oh, the pleasure of being seen
of knowing and being known,
even in memory,
before the cruelty of Now.