They are always there,

More people awaiting quietly

In the darkness

Cold, naked, silent,

Facing front and the light

But somehow not seeing it.

So I turn once more into the deep,

Peering intensely until the shape emerges

Once hidden but now clearer,

From silhouette to form

Until, motionless they call out in silence

The silence of emptiness

And separation.

So I am called again to walk to them

And place the cloak of warmth

And love and safety

Around their naked body

Releasing their frozen dull form

As we walk together

Towards a visible light