he

he was like a moonless midnight
something to be stared into
until ones eyes formed a familiar something
a face one knew
an aura-producing body
lit like a voice once dead
standing silently like the night
bearing a light beyond the mist

he was like a prehistoric creature
some Madagascan bug moist and light
dancing on a green path of moss
love-making without a mask
yet close to death

perhaps
it would be safe to dance like him
touching the earth
as it it were the only home we knew
or cared to know
with divinity near

he bore into the darkness
the face of fear
the face of flight
the face of terror and shouted
stand fast
this too shall pass
then laughed thunder into the sky
and rained down tears
to flush away the fears

he was an epiphanic magus
drawing night into the embrace of day
playing with darkness
repeating the sounds of children at play

he is the revelation of Silence
his story weaving within our own