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Fear of the Dark

Arising with the moon,
my nocturnal sleeplessness howls and cries,
from forgotten rages, in the labyrinth of time.

I am running in mazes,
to places neither here nor there,
Where can I be?

I search every hollow, each hidden grove,
while gently snoring or humming,
furiously wishful of wakening.

Why such tortured breathing?

The dark side is so empty of these questions,
for all is fear,
Beyond these filled up spaces is a dim light.

A small candle, I cannot curse the darkness anymore!

The crescent of the moon is like a glint in my eye, reflecting, shining at the world, smiling with love, at wonders, now unveiled,waiting for the sun to expose as plenty.

Bringing me to the taste of morning air
A new and sudden calm,
I see the tenderness of faces young and old,
Peace is now, our covering shawl,
and sleep redeems my night.