compagnon de route

à la nuit tombée, sur la route de monte-clérigo, espartal, algarve

driving through pine-studded

heathland at twilight

spot you lying on country road

you may be in need of some help

come closer to scoop you up

no stars have paled

your bones all crushed

still

a warmth in your belly

in the glare of headlights

i scrute your eyes

that frozen gaze

you look through me

past skyline and fading

silhouette of pines

into a darkness too vast for me

how a single sparkle can

lead to something beyond life

beyond death to a free-fall

from the orbit of questions

a single sparkle how

it is here hare

in the hollow of this page

my own unwritten grave that

with soul parts of words

blessings of oblivion

i entomb you

ocean wind sweeping inland

for now just this howl

howl where we find refuge