Voyage

 

We journey apart in the night,

Though we appear to lie

On this same mattress,

Like two bodies on a raft.

 

In these hours we become our vessels,

And drift into the waters

 

Of our subconscious seas.

 

We take a different course

Each, into the realisation of our hopes

And fears, and snatches of memory

 

Like a half-heard tune that won't be placed.

We sail into the recesses of the mind,

 

Away from each other

And the facts of touching and knowing,

Into a place where even your existence

Cannot be guaranteed -

 

Until we wash up on the morning shore

From separate sleeping ways,

 

From the dark hours travelled apart

To arrive back here, emerging

Onto this cold shore, bright and solid.

David N Rose