थे इस्ले ऑफ़ होप

We went in silence,
Together,
To the cold marsh,
In the winter night,
To dip our sins
In clarity,
In brisk, icy freedom.
Dressed in white,
Gossamer,
Shimmering samite,
We go down together,
And pause
To breathe in the event
To breathe in together,
Each other.

Sunrise

Here we sit
You and I and them
The they of ethereal ambitions
We
The us
Of drunken stupors
Of idealistic rants
Gentle emotions
Raked
And wandering
Towards a sunrise on an apocalypse
We might have two
Seconds of a grandeur
Of a moment to see
And an instant to feel
Something like the truth