A Ballad for the Night

An ode to the night

I am as a wife

To the impending night

Which comes for me,

Knowing I’ll be ready.

 

My hours are devoted

To silence

As my words bleed

From my tired fingers.

 

Errands and thoughts

I strung together

In a garland

Of each day that passes.

 

The road ahead stretches

With its sea of possibilities,

But I must wait,

I suppose,

And wear my sturdiest shoes,

There might be stone cobbled roads,

My feet mustn’t tire.

 

Come, husband, I am ready

As long as you stop courting the moon.

How many times have you whispered

That I am your star?

Brighter and younger

Than all others.

I shall not unveil my face, husband,

If you lie.

 

Breezes quiet down,

Sunlight dims,

The long hours

Of restless wrestling

With dreams and demons

Shall arrive shortly.

 

The skies bless me

With their bittersweet

Designs at dusk,

And I shall open my window,

For the night

To embrace me.