Dark Matters

if I were I to lose all this, 

if you were taken from me

or my health should fail, 

if friends were to desert me 

one by one,

if I were to lose all this

I would recall that night

that brilliant night 

myriad stars

silently walking home

both immersed in the quiet 

of our insignificance, 

and how we agreed

in that pallid moonlight 

that our minuscule place 

in the grand order of things

was all that mattered

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© Graham R Sherwood 10/22