The White Dark

Behind me,
A candle sinks
Into a pool of wax.
Beyond me,
The moon rises.
Above black mountains-
Carboard cutouts
propped against a grey expanse.
And the moonlight,
Bathes me in pure white.
I yearn to sit here,
To stop the sand slip through my fingers.
But you turn and whisper-
"Can you not hear the silence wail?"
I feel the darkness once more.

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