Water for the night

you are the silent
messenger drifted in
by fog, a renderer
of glacial
mysteries.

the dew
that settles weightlessly
upon my
shoulders.

echoing blissfully
like cheerful, chirping
creek
gliding among the
existence of
strange waters.

All night

i stayed up all night
reading your poetry.

the earthly brew
and the old and
faithful few
gathered together in
the sky to
mystify your
existence, your every breath.

5 cups down,
and my eyes drown
in the sea of senseless
fear, and words
and blurred images.

i stayed up all night
reading your poetry
and i still don’t know what
you look like.