VISITS DARK
October 21, 2007
© Fred Dumpling. Redistribution is prohibited.
His world is dark,
stone walls and high ceilings
unable to be comprehended by his
blind,
mute,
deaf mind.
He talks to her.
When she comes, he thinks he can see
in different shades of gray—
the light ones! the light...!
But she shakes her head sadly
and kisses his closed eyes.
He doesn't know what "light" is,
having been born into iron and night,
into torrential rains
and dead, cold silence.
He tells her his fantasies of "light,"
but though his lips move,
no sound is made.
But she understands.
She understands,
presses her ear to his lips,
her cheek,
her fingers,
and they speak without words,
and she sobs in remembrance of the time she spent here.
Then she disappears,
as she always does,
for she was not meant for this world.
She left it with her bones and dust,
and now she leaves him,
alone and dumb
to his own dark.
He whispers her name
(a name he doesn't know),
but hears no reply
(through his lips),
and his world is dark again.