Oh sacred darkness!
Sister night
Thou who bringest
Beautiful, naked truth
Logic, the purview of the day
The mystic, possible
We allow a softness to touch us
Admit our blinding joy
And our searing pain
Bleeding openly, and glad of it
Your cloak wrapped around us
Your sweet summer breath plays with our hair
With only a billion stars
And our own secrets
For company
We sit, quiet
Glad of your blessings
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