Poetry

When the night takes you away,
drags you deep into sleep
how is it then for you?
 
Are we still walking together
like those who are wooed on the beach
with your hand finding mine,
are we blinded by the breeze on the beach
that goes whirling around us
 
or are we again etched off like those that are single
in a dark gloomy sketch
that you draw with a pencil
with the darkness that swallows me?
 
Here I am and not even far away
and are not locked into a monastery
and I do remember you
where you are part of me
as if your humanity
is tattooed into my thoughts
and in the depth of the night
I do wonder about you, about your dreams
if I am also in them?