| 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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