Darkness

 Sometimes the darkness calls to my heart.

Inviting me to come and find the moon.

Drenched full and shining, reflecting down.

Or the owl calls and sings a tune my heart rejoices in.

To come and wander in the constellations.

Or to watch as dying stars streak across the sky.

Sometimes the darkness calls because I have

Lived in it, sheltered in her arms when life 

Was difficult and darkness seemed a better friend

Then the light of day, which only brought sorrow.

The dark has always welcomed me, wrapping me

In a warmth longed for, familiar and wonder-filled.

So here I sit and listen, watch, and heal in the night.