Under a White Night

It’s a white night.

Under that white night,

stars hold their light.

A soul sits beside a garden,

watching the water flow.

The garden hums through its branches,

and the breeze hums with it,

passing softly through his body.

Fishes wander in the stream,

brushing against his feet.

As they touch, they unite beneath the water—

watching him,

feeling him.

And as they feel him,

the white night slips into the horizon.

The stars flee away.

The soul remains—

wrapped in darkness.