The Palms Art Gallery

Nocturnal

Give me this night like a rescuing dove

To gently fan upon and open

My sacred heart of hopes.

Let these velvet atmospheres

Dispel the tragic of life

To settled and forgiven deeds and rest,

Till my head of doubts

Finds peace into the soft blankets

Of this entering astral blue blessed night.

So I with robe and night slippers,

And taking the gentle hand of evening,

 Rejoin the throng,

Of light beings that walk

Without traces,

In these calming aires 

That cuddle and sew all loose seams

Of worries hiding places.

But we never remember

the exact moment of falling,

As the mind fulfills its dream to rest

And all thoughts slumber into folds

Of soft serene sleep blessed

 By the comfort of angel stars and stillness

Just as it has always really been.

Garcia Di'anti Dore

Lithograph "Mother of Heaven"

By Don Blanding