Insect

While the world quiet lies silenced by the realm of Night. When asleep lie the remains of day, amidst dark encirclement of shadow in merriment you sport yourself wavering where you please like bats flying here and there you rule a world not your own. When the sun is blotted out darkness engulfs the day the old ships sail home the palpable sorrow of the fisherman is recompensed… While, at my window, I commune with my Muse light my heart light my way fly in my eyes fly in the eyes of my Child and let my little one merrily sleep.