There is deliciousness in this empty
This warm hollow
This Sun-Blanket nap
With distant High Speckles
And clouded Moon song

There is sinful patience here
With Dream-scare
With loud slumber
With Baby Death looming

There is Ghost-Waltz here
In the snuggled sheets
In the softened fade
In the parade of wink

Take me, Night
I will pass through you
As you pass through me
Counter wise til Dawn

And in the Bright of Day
I will remember you
Long for you
Yawning and Bluish
On my next horizon.