Twilight Reclaimed

I meet with three faces

  that come in the night

In dreams that preplace

  masks of darkness and light

Their voices once spoken

   remain in my head

Until words are then written

  pitting joy against dread

These triplets were born

  in a harrowing storm

Only quieting down

  when new offspring are born

And then able to sleep

  once each orphan is named

Their breath I still feel

  —in the twilight reclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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