Mask of Night

The sun drifts slowly across the sky
Her warm fingertips caressing
She looks down on us with warm loving eyes
Just as a mother to a child

She reminds us of her power and might
When she falls, and the air cools
We are awoken by the unknown blackness
The shadow of darkness, as night envelops us

We fall slowly into a state of ease
To be woken again and again by the harsh realities
The dreams that turn into nightmares
Yet we wake again to those warm fingertips

She caresses us once more
Nurturing as a mother
Slowly removing the mask of night
And the nightmares of the past



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Shelly Elvin
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