On Your Darkest Night

nothing more for me to say
than a silent 'i love you',
standing beside you,

whatever comes!
your life, your journey,
but a part of the sweetness,

-most likely the middle,
both mine and yours...
burned by choice

on the altar of sacrifice...
feeding the fire
that whispered

our hidden names....
so deep inside that
it permeates breath...

and stinks like damp earth
just plowed in the spring....
your life, your journey, ...

i am but the bridge,
the walking stick, the pack....
the shelter made of

fresh cut branches stacked....
the light of the moon
on your darkest night!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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