I watch, fingers for eyes,

as she Sleeps
night pulled inside her,
down her eyes
like a velvet blanket

I touch…face, and see pain flying away,

ducks from the pond
breaking
dashing in the dark
feathers fluttering feebly
all that is left of the fight

i stroke and see

strife shuffling off
shambling shibboleth
gross golem
gone.

my hands heal, they speak,

and call the sun
rising inside her, restoring her to
light to
love to
life…and life.

my lips preach with

a kiss upon her brow,
and she sighs
and i know the dawn is come.