Darkness Caresses

Darkness Caresses...

Darkness caresses, better than day;
There is no ‘bright,’ to wince away,
Nor angry clamor from the day;
Darkness caresses better than day.

Dark’s shroud is where the shadows play
No longer tethered by the day,
They hover and kiss, each passer by
Then, spread their wings, and fly,
Oh yes,
Darkness caresses better than day.

In the twilight, in the night,
In the ever slipping light,
There is a whisper…
“Closer still.”

You feel the whispers dance
upon your skin,
As the day winds ebb,
And Nights breeze begins,

Dark’s caress surrounds you there,
Gently playing in your hair,
Tempting with every puff of air,
“come…..”

You breathe in deep, filling yourself
With nights embrace,
As Darkness comes, and with gentle trace,
awakens you, within.
Oh yes,
Darkness caresses better, than day.