Haven

From one of our most prolific writers, Rebecka Stock:

Haven

Suddenly I am alone.

Thin grey voices fade in 

and out, but I no longer

respond to them.

It is dark.

I hear a voice

naked with longing

and hoarse with hope.

Hands reach out

their touch returns me

to the long sought haven.

I am home, at last.

I turn and look once more

at those left behind,

but the silent souls vanish,

lost in the mists of time.