Dark Poem by Dan Brown

Standing. Bare. Water cascades
down his back, caressing his skin, like
the hand of an invisible lover. He is captured within
frosted glass, naked and
vulnerable. To the moonlight trying to grab at him.
The air is still, broken only by the gentle splashing
of water, as it slides from him and kisses the floor.
Everything is soft, and numb. Peace has swallowed
up the entire picture, the moon is illuminating it
with wispy, white rays. The focus falls on
the shadowy figure in the corner, yet the beauty
lies in him being without attention. There are no
persons sharing the room; no eyes viewing his nude
glory; no clamouring noise to shatter the silence,
so much like glass itself. He steps from
his capsule at the midnight hour.
Into the darkness. Into the calmness and the coolness.
Standing. Bare. Glistening from his shower.