Nightlight

Oh laggard maid, why do you harangue the night with your longings the void greets the multitudes with the same ashen face. Only the shades of fleeting joy can brighten the monochrome to the richness of sapphire only bliss can brighten the or soften the oceanic surge of night. Oh recalcitrant mother, give way let the waxing and waning moon sooth the harshness of your all to human plight. Let moonlight bathe pearl the silken sheet of skin upon your out-turned limbs, refresh the ruby red jewels of your parted lips. For you are not alone, the stars of heaven shine before and through your jet black eyes. The angels wait and watch and croon of love. Retrieve the youthful loves of yesteryear to comfort and bless once again those loved so. Oh aged crone, upon your bed of bone fear not the coming of the night. Recast your form in dreams once born arise within the sacred fresco of burgeoning starlight. Belay your tendency to rail resist your anxiety and ease your weariness within the fantasies of forward flight. *dedicated to Cyndi MacMillion