In my quiet space the
sun no longer
sweeps into my morning
with its gaudy brilliance
Instead the evening
sun spreads long shadows
on my comforter
sliding through the slats
of opened blinds
Its shadows now
and evening and darkness
that call to me
The moon and lights of
night have taken on the
task of lighting up my soul
And with their lesser light
is invitation to enter
shadowlands and darkness
to explore the treasures there
Some buried deep
in childhood fears
and some entangled
in my dreams at night
All bidding me to
come
sit
breathe
rest
My candle and the
tiny lights around my window
light the way
