Late Night Charms Hold the Graces and Fates of Darkness Fall
Poem
It's in the early hours of the day
The latest hours of the night
When moments trickle not like moonbeams
But like sequins
It's in these time our wants become fierce
Our desires complacent
The strike of the night ruptured in all forgiveness of the light that does not reach it
The forbearance of welcome is a reach instead of matters more the becoming
It's in our rising that changes dark mornings to sunshine
The blessings will be great and the light I hold in mind in each rapturous moment that gives all, takes nothing
Leaves one bare and shining
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Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle
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