The Palms Art Gallery

Nocturnal

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,

And rejoin

The things that walk

Without traces,

Into these calming films

That cuddle and sew the loose seams

Of worries hiding places.

Watch now

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