Your eyes are closed.
What do you think
Behind the darkness?
Do you flee
In wild wondering ways
To the first time he touched you?
To the last?

Do you ponder the Darkness between you
Or do you clasp the Light?
Are there fleeting visions
Of the ache of time before
The next embrace?

Or do you stick to the here and now
Speaking his last words
Like a mantra-like the Code?

You are hooded and cloaked
Young one, but your heart is masked.

END