Become Dawn/Crushed Blackberries

Midnight blue

The heaviest, the darkest

The deepest at the fading edge of dusk

My eyes see only 

The last sneaking edges of color

Before the ultimate black descends

I imagine it must feel, then

Like freshly laid quilts

All the lights off and

Just getting into bed and

The weight is grounding

But the space between is cool

I imagine it must smell

Cool too, fresh, perhaps intimate

With a touch of intrigue

Crushed blackberries

Clove and vanilla

The subtle scent of candle wax

Swirled together and diluted

I imagine it sounds like a great hum

When all is still and

The machines of humanity

Grumble while we sleep

Low tones to be heard with

The bones more than the ears

Comforting and ever-present

I imagine it has a taste now

Like a lover and a clean breeze

Breathe them both in deep

The more you love the sweeter

The more you breathe the clearer

All things become

Until the depths become depthless

And late dusk becomes midnight 

Becomes dawn