...sometimes, the
inkling of darkness is as welcome
As the tiny bat that
takes to the twilight
For all that daunts,
the doubts that deign
I close my eyes, the night
pulls its cover ...
Somewhere, a star
winks...to say it’s not over,
Not yet, for all that daunts,
Somewhere, there is a tiny
bat of wakefulness
To let me see through
the night!