The darkness yields no slumber, but comforting. In dark swaddling, secured in its blanketing cloak. In depth of darkness, solitude illuminates - awakening, what otherwise stagnates within. The fresh breath of the night yields relief, exhaling cool breezes upon sun-scorched skin. The day has past and masks laid down, only now able to encounter the hidden things. Night, sweet night, why do others fear you, so? For your kindness is sweet and gracious in your encapsulate, where harsh scrutiny is muted; deflected from this womb. Darkness, let your pardoning veil reveal. Raw, unguarded truths - be known. Asking not of, nor demanding resolve, yet in perfect patience allowing those hidden things to, alas, become real.
Posted on: Thu, 08 Aug 2013 05:49:24 +0000