My Darkly Sage

The fading sun and the blooming moon.

The echoing darkness and the flickering flame.

One lies at peace in night's vast womb.

The other pries open a reluctant dawn.

Yawning...Yearning...Stubborn

In Night I find solace, a companion

For whom, the tedious bright hours of morning, 

I waited long,

While fighting the lure of deceptive warmth 

And all things bright and newborn.

The silent mystique of your cetacean blue

Wraps me in arms of obscurity.

Shrouding my reunion with the dead

Through the wispy whispering of fickle dreams;

Illusory doors to an elusive world.

Oh! My Saviour, My Darkly Sage!

Save me from the crimson rays of reality,

Bent on burning me 

With its fearsome visage;

For I come alive only in your brevity.