Au bout de la nuit

A poem for dverse worked around a fragment.

Au bout de la nuit

There was one thing that
I gave
before the break of tide and wave
on a dark shore
my word
in the silence between thunder peals
bark of oil-sleek seals
gull cry.

Though all return
to the black
of the beginning
the profondeurs where sing
pale pearls and the lonely
night bird
I will be there to take your hand
walk with you
through the debris of worlds.