I love the light, but also when it goes to hide.
The day’s too short for me to finish every chore,
but darkness shields my faults from hostile eyes.
Darkness shields me, too, those times I need to cry,
wraps me in its soft embrace, wipes my broken tears.
Kindly Lady Nightwing strokes me as she passes by.
Shadowed corners waken other senses’ lore–
frog croaks, nightbirds, water, jasmine, quiet prayer,
while testing toes find sullen loafers lurking on the floor.
Lovely Night, please come when sun’s coins all are spent;
call me to the rest that scatters troubles far.
Wear your softest gown, and guest me in your tent.
© 2018 Susanne Donoghue