Night Falls

Night falls, blanket thick

Purple edged spider’s nests

Reach thin-fingered starwards

Through cloud soup

Lit from beneath

Acquiring the power

That underlies them

Here on the bed

Tea-cosied and gestating

New Life

From within

Offering spirits in transit

A fresh home from Wrugbe

Flash in the dark speaks

Perhaps you too will relearn 1000 languages

When it is your turn to leave.