"That night"

That night it was so cold but we still braved it to sit under the jewelled sky.
Under infinity you asked me about creation—and all at once bewildered me.
I think we were both searching for something, or waiting for nothing to stop being nothing.
Night was privy to our secrets and the cold was the medium for it all.
In those moments I felt connected—to time, space, you, myself.
I lost my fear of the unbearable isolation of consciousness.
That night we both gazed at the sky, and whilst infinity looked back
we found each other in the void.

Ex Tempore LXVI
M.M. — 09-Oct-2013