It is in these hours,
In the darkness of this night.
I no longer have the power,
And you have won the fight.
In the stillness of this place,
You-winged thoughts, take flight.
In the silence of this space,
You orchestrate my night.
It is in this blindness,
You-my thoughts bring sight.
You carry with you kindness,
As you usher in the light.
Megan R. Harrell
10-06-09
12:33 a.m
