Night Tears ...

 

 

 

 

 

There is a crying

that happens at night
that does not come

while the light is with us.

There are things

that cannot be evaded
once the sun goes down.

 

Small nocturnal creatures

with sharp white teeth
silently gnaw at the

edges of belly and heart
when the darkness descends
and the void inside
grows larger.
 It can split you open.
 And the bone
in the centre of your chest
... aches
like the cracked wishing bone
from the turkey breast. And if we are strong enough
to be weak enough
we are given a wound
that never heals.
It is the gift
that keeps the heart open.

 

 

NIGHT TEARS -  Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995