The Charon Cycle:
august/exile
"knowing it goes on forever/far beyond us/far behind" --October Project
If I was afraid
of the dark country, wordless
and without regrets,
this journey
would be endless; but
knowing these stars
and the nights compassed
by you, I remember the way.
This old slow river
and the boatman, asking
only one coin for this trip.
The shadows of the great beasts
move across me. Their weight,
the distance between my hermitage
and your thick grove of linden.
Dream, love; silent rivers
roll on, midnight waters
yearn for the kiss of the boat.
for Miranda