Always Too Dark

Always the sky seemed too dark late at night for her,

when the moon glinted in her dark eyes,

She seemed to become a shadow in his mind,

unreal, like a vampire or a dream.

 

She smiled, but all he could see was his latest conquest,

images of a smile;

He took her hand and tried to lead her down a dead end road.

She took it back and they walked in silence.

 

He took her to his car and they got in

He took her home and she let him kiss her on the cheek

He went home dreaming of vampires and the goddess of snakes.

Always the sky seemed too dark in his dreams,

And he wondered at the delusion.

Written January 1983, CH Holte