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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