Darkness

It was the thing unknown in a babies clutch.

Darkness

Darkness was lite in the air.
It spread everywhere.
If only I could draw its lines
brush in the atmosphere.

Darkness was like a feather touch.
I could feel on my face, but not much.
It was the thing unknown 
in a babies clutch. 

Darkness front and back, 
below and above.
Even in this darkness 
I keep looking for the dove.

Darkness has swall…