Restoration

The day begins

First in the darkness

Of waning Night who is

Trying to hold on to your secrets

Not completely visible

To anyone

Not to the Darkness itself

Not even to you

I close my eyes

And listen

To the voices shadowed in the darkness

Hoping that their sounds

Echo other sounds that

Encourage and bring you hope

When I open my eyes

I am startled

That time did not stand still

The pale blue and pink

Of clouds and light

Have gently taken the shadows

That Night held in its heart

As an act

Of love and protection

And put them away

For a respite

For peace

Until the moment descends again

To hold and protect

The secrets that trouble you

And keep you from feeling completely

Free

As the morning dawns

I pray

For restoration