The night is dark
All are asleep
Save me
Alone I face them
The demons, the gremlins
Who are these faceless creatures
Of the dark?
They tell me
I will die
That something bad
In my blood
Will get to me
Before my labours
Can bear fruit.
But there is another
Night
Where darkness is soft
And peaceful
Where I step out boldly
For I am loved.
This night
Is the hidden
Side of light
The womb of the dawn
Harbinger of hope
Assurance of eternity.
Rosalie Squires 