In that midnight time, when morning was most longed for
It was but a dream, an impossibility, hovering over horizon
The hushed breath of night swaddled us in its fervorment
Forest, behind us, pulsing with rich, red-eyed, fanged delight
It was almost upon us, the change, the quickening, the light
Oh, not yet, not yet Wait a little longer before the moonset
Hold back the dawn, let us revel in our shining skins more
Sensuous night, expectant with the coming birth, shone darkly
It reached out for us, treacherous, powerful light, to transform
And, we were rent, spent, undone, unmaddened, unmanned
Night had pushed, giving birth to the new dawn, and we swam
In the afterbirth of morning glory, toward another night to come.
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