Herald the night come back
not yet not yet not yet!
I cry to the bluing sky
the edges along the bare treetops
the roof lines growing white
daytime alights.
There is no stopping it
I cry to hold the space darkness
provides. This luminous darkness
nestled in.
there is no thing calling no
song of the morning bird no
darkness allows
knowing peace
all is well and all shall be well and all manner of all shall be well.