here & there

i sit in the darkness
without a map
without an idea
of where here is,
it feels like floating
but so much firmer
no horizon to know
where there is;
and do i stay here
stay in the comfort
in the firmness
of the darkness I know
or take tentative steps
away from the here
towards the there
of the darkness unknown;
sometimes i think i see
lights in the over there
but then it turns out
i was just dreaming
or the after image of
something long gone
something faded from
or torn from memory;
other times i hear
the wind blowing
through crevices
and it sounds vaguely
like the voices of
faces i used to know
and i think i see them
in the dark there;
there was a moon once
that cast long shadows
as it went down over there
and the darkness crept
to supplant the seen
and i wonder
if I’ll ever gaze upon
that pale face again