White Light

You are a stone’s throw
from the cliff edge
as the danger of the dusk
envelops you whole.

So long traversing
the boundaries
of the sun’s vehement forces,

fall to the thoughts
of what darkness has known,
that which is missed,
in the nightmares,
within and without
the mind’s prison
of wanting
a sanctuary.

You will discover
it can all be white light.

Vague

why do you fall away
to somewhere
not on earth or sky
no chance of being found
or seen or heard
only dreamt of

or shown
in the space within
my mind with eyes unfocused

and yet
you’re always there
a cloud around my senses
and this vagueness
here and nowhere
never lifting
neither here nor in the other realms
dreams mixed with no real clarity.