When the fingers of the night
Moved up my body
I felt not a tremor
not an itch
not even the touch
of mortality
But when the fingers of the night
crept up
my soul
and clasped it tight
never letting go
I felt the touch of
immortality
In the morning I woke up
and found the sun was out
the milkman came
the newspaper fell
the crow rasped
the milk spilt
the paper shred
all the doubts
I ever had that the mind can see
what fain the soul cannot touch
