What Happens In The Dark

Don't you understand
what happens in the dark?
Your breath is changed
to fire.
Your blood is turned
to moonlight.
Worm-woven loam awakens
as golden flesh.
Even your bones respire,
the gift of hollowness.
The jasmine tree with
roots in the sky
rains gently on our nakedness,
an embarrassment of blossoms.
Meet me
by the River Yamuna,
the stream of forgetting,
where it has always been
this moment, now.
Why do we glisten?
Because all things are suspended
in the element that alchemists
have not discovered:
Silence.