ONLY A CURTAINS CALL AWAY
By what measures does this cloak fall as gently gives way to the night way.
Does this veil guard my eyes from the prying night that stands bold and relentless against the light.
Oh why does this heart fall so quickly to take darkness?
I’ll take her by the hand and walk with her, bare her burden and weep in her darkess fold.
This veil, this night… Only a curtains call away.
© Benjamin Prewitt (2015)