End of Night

I call for you

in the end of night.

When the oceans blur and animals cry.

Singing seaside songs you cannot avoid,

for they cradle and feed

the call of the void.

And I step to you; 1, 2, 3

swish, swirl, and swivel

towards that which you can't un-see.

For a ship-wreck embrace, I set free
three shutters of lightning
 into the sea.

Resurgent, reviving, the creatures below
crawl from the ocean,
your body in tow.

I call for you

nearing night's end.

When we sunk down deep, here, let's pretend.