Sweet bright day
draws to its close
Companionable shadows
bring me in
to intimacy’s secret sentences
The moon that tracked
across the daytime sky
now sleeps, and leaves the cool night
to the stars
Inside the house, the ticking clocks
prepare to stand their vigil
The noises of the day retreat
to leave them looming
It’s my time to surrender
so that dreams can have their sway
as we ride swiftly
through the curve of night
and on toward day.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2012