The sky sighs and lets the stars out
And the light—it's allowed to
Relax
And curl into the dark's comforting arms.
The breeze sings softly,
Joyfully,
Free to brush the shadows
Lovingly
With its softest touch.
The moon, distanced from beloved Earth
Can at least, at last,
Caress Her face with His gentle fingers of
Light.
And in their nests birds
Find their mates again, cooing together before they fall asleep.
Everywhere there is
Softness,
A loving touch,
The passion of day ending its longing,
Kissing the dark again in the satin of night's
Blanketing.
Waiting pauses.
Breath comes again.
Yet I, under cover of darkness,
Must continue to claw for
Air,
Pray for the dawn of release
When you know my heart and,
Perhaps,
Lying alone in your bed (as I lie in mine,)
You love me too.
About the Creator
Brynne Nelson
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