Edge of Darkness and Light
Small hands hold desperately to
their protection, their sanctuary.
That thin layer of cotton,
protects them from all manner,
of monsters and evil.
Nothing hiding in the closet,
no signs of beasts under the bed
all checked by mother ,
ere they lay,
their weary head.
Praying please Lord,
get me through this night.
Lingering on the edge,
for the turning of the switch,
the bringer of the light.
Chasing all bad things,
to the edge
of that pure white light.
Imaginations,running wild
sights and sounds,
unable to cross ,
the border,
between the edge
of darkness,and the night.
Peeking out,of their fortress
blue,brown,green eyes
open from a dreamful sleep.
Their prayers have been answered,
for my soul to keep.
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