RECURRING DARKNESS

My dreams are in dark places
Underground hotels
Poorly lit roller rinks
where faded faces continue
their circular dance

Crowds of people
roam in dismal dim lights
I cannot locate
the ones I am looking for
I cannot find my belongings

There is a cold ocean outside
raw sunlight
dives into the waves
The air and water are frigid

So I return to suffocating darkness
and continue to search