as a twist, i close my eyes to this

and yes as it were just but a glimpse grand,

of pure and raw intention or promise;

by and by these days and hours of sand,

make their way inside and drip this solace;

were my mind made of anything but touch,

this distance of light and ache and humming;

this space of without and not breathes out such,

to this end surely will not cease comming;

though on this day there was and silence stay,

a moment of sad and quiet confusion;

in this instant of altered space doth sway,

a light of hurt and bitter contusion;

     where these nights have filled with lonesome sight,

     safe and sound with me wish you had this night.