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