1/13/2016
Slipping tentatively into this night.
My final thoughts are fixed on tomorrow,
and what it will bring.
Can I dare to embrace this cautious optimism?
That the morning will greet me
with the same warm embrace bestowed by the night?
Pacified, lucid, sated with the day.
My fear is muffled, muted for once -
Quieted by hope:
A guest who I wish would visit more often.