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
