You, the black of night wraps your drape upon me,
at first I welcome the deepest hues within your folds.
Soon you plant that tiny seed you held next to me
and then it begins the time to beckon me to know.
Determination not to let your hue of midnight tales
awaken me to a more awareness and yet you do.
Now there, the tingling, the thoughts , the worries lay
upon my head and I plea to remember that is doesn’t matter.
Maybe deep with in your clutch I feel as safe as
a babe in swaddling clothes, yet how can there be bloom
when we each know that flowers fade and go,
that hope and dreams and curiosity are dispelled from the heart.
Oh, the black of night, alone with you as always,
swathed in the softness of velvet with a tear that falls on my cheek.
Then a second tiny drop of tear and I turn to thee and ask why,
why can’t your folds deepen further and take me within forever?