Predicaments

The crystal glass tumbles over 
splashes to the floor into fragments
diamonds and gold transform to water
that flows into my soul.  I lie and watch
the shadows blot the curtains during
this midnight of the soul. Rising, walking
I move on quiet feet through the dark halls
of this place the long sheer drapes flow
and ebb around me.  I walk in that midnight.

I walk in that midnight to sit on the steps 
of the porch the sky above me a sea
of many stories the stars ancient chandeliers.
These are the predicaments of my loneliness.
The silent loneliness of love. My hand to my
heart, my soul to that other ethereal being.