And night shades make dour company,
When dreams lack fuel and pitter out,
My breath -- too spare to pray a doubt,
This, the dark quiet, so void of amity,
Enfolds.
Shadows congeal the strands of fear,
Inweaving the night in mistral cold,
And lo, a feeling flows of growing old,
When only ghosts whisper in your ear,
Reproach.
Alone, with the watches of the night,
The heart joys to see the auroral seep,
Sunrise bleeds such beauty -- so to weep,
And shadows don colors, anointing sight,
Reborn.
