a false night

I am holding him and in that
moment we are no longer in this crowd of people
I build a cave for us to swim into and that cave
is as dark as the night is in me
I am holding his hand as we move silently and
smoothly through the water.
I know what it is a matter of the
blind leading the blind. A few stones
on the wall glisten
perhaps reflecting the light that emanates
from his eyes

and we mistake them for stars.