Friday, June 15, 2012

Rory Hudson

Night song

In the small hours that cradle us this lonely night,

she draws in silent sleep my quiet embrace.

I know that if I touch her lightly in the dark

she will roll slowly over and allow me

to hold her hostage through the warp of time

against time's depredations.

She's not a slave to sleep.

Knowing that day will break the dark in course,

she murmurs softly of memory, dreaming deep

of love and mystery, breathing soft and slow

within a world of wonder.

We sigh together. For a little while

night whispers secrets of another life.

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