Nightfall
How lucky are the men and women who rest at night
safely saved within their homes, their lights aglow
their hearts golden blazed against the outward dark
they safely rest intertwined in love’s embrace
as sentinels on guard against the over-reaching night.
How lucky are the people who at fall of night
are made secure against the busy stuff and turmoil
of the day. They are safely saved within their walls
their candles lit at windows warning off the creep of
night, their curtains closed to the day’s dull end.
These fortunate few defenseless against the night’s alarms
still dare to sleep lover-hugged in their pillowed rest
they intertwine their hearts in loving trust and safely store
their tender interchange against the night’s black march
they rest in peace and dreamless sleep, in hope secure
to wake as lovers do rejoicing in the dawn.