What does she say to her unborn child
When he comes to her in a dream?
Does she offer explanations
And know things are not what they may seem?
Or does she suffer greatly
At the rejection of a soul?
Perhaps she’s waited centuries
Feeling not quite whole.
The dark of night is blustery.
The dark of night is cold.
The dark of night is frightening.
Its guilt like tons of coal.
Has she refused entrance to one
Who’ll light her way?
Or is she aiding forces
Preventing night from being day?