Deep night, dark sky, reveal your secrets!
Disclose the clouds that veil your face.
I feel forlorn under your greatness
and scared, too, of your black embrace.
Will it fall round me like black velvet
or choke me with the grasp of death?
Will it be soft and overwhelming
or drag me down into its depth?
Yet, though you frighten me, I'm longing,
because I know you hold the key
to all the dreams that I've been wanting,
and through your eyes at last I'll see.
Cinda Okkersen 13th November 1973
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