In and out of the Trees
That fill my Night Time Window
Full Brite and White
a Glimpse of the Radiant Rapture
of Him who watches Over me Tonight
Silence, except for the fan Rotating
The Pages I turn
As I read What Heros of the Word
Lived, 1920's in Paris
Except for the Fan
I hear nothing.
No car door
No child cries
No walking above and behind.
I am at home here in the the dark
and Silent House that is my Home, now.
Silent as the Sound of you all
Taking your leave from my Heart
My doorstep
And my Hopes.
The Moon holds My Truth
As the One who Holds me Dear
Makes safe the World
The Dark
The Silence
for One as Brave and Scared
as I.
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