I stood near the tree behind the house
I am the very epicentre of the dark
A metre of light,a shard of sky
The sodium sun flooding my skin,
The world tipping from wake to sleep
A precipice, conclusion,dream delusion
The stars are hanging by a thread
Their brightness long since ebbed
Memories now,of solar-kissed glances
If the wind only carried your voice
The moon a glimpse of your face
But what is the measure of night?
Silence is its measure….