Give me this night like a rescuing dove
To beat against and open
My sacred chest of hopes.
Let these dusk atmospheres
Dispel the tragic of life
To settled forgiven deeds and rest,
Till this head of doubt
Finds rest on the soft blankets
Of this entering blue blessed peace.
And then with robe and night slippers,
Let me join the throng,
By taking this gentle hand of evening,
The things that walk
Into these calming films
That cuddle and sew the loose seams
Of worries hiding places.
As this bird fulfills its dream to rest
and all things slumber into folds
Of soft serene sleep
Beneath a comfort of angel stars and stillness
Just as it has always really been.
Garcia Di'anti Dore