Darkness

Ripples of sun, pulled thin into threads
through this saline sky of turquoise choke,
roads of fire thought, dragged over beds
of liquid calcium sand smoke.

Night eternal; liquorice ache
that colours each exhale rasping red,
where are your stars among these flakes
of lonely dread?

Far down, in pressure's warm lake.
Far down, in loving oil.
Far down, in golden spark's eye
and ocean's organic soil.

Here, our armies rest; weep and love,
in our nest woven from sun-wire above.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.