We dash hand in hand from the prospect of mortality
and the pulsing rain that echoes drumbeats that have long faded
from this divine emerald landscape.
A sinister cavern is hunkered in the mossy hillside,
where we can crouch in the palpable shadows
and you reassure me of your presence by only the emanating warmth
thrown from your shoulder, and the soft movement of your breath.
It is no more comforting in this macabre corner of the world
than on the flickering, unnatural globe itself,
but the tension is eased by our private cocoon.
After a century of oblivious comatose sleep we wake from ourselves
and I rise stiffly at the cave’s dripping entrance looking upon the wide world.
I cannot conquer everything but strive at large I will
with only you at my side: a shadow of courage.