Through midnights passing from nodding limbs in shadow unheard she launches

the silent swift descent upon better eyes than mine alert and still unknowing

too late it dawns as hot and cruel it rents unyielding against frozen flesh and life

unbidden and helpless the child like death awakens the night to mourn her passing

a fleeting moment only the dew laden grasses caresses the tears of unblinking eyes

Through midnights passing warm and slender limbs unwind from rest and tender touch

and misplaced dreams still absurd cloud with echoes of the unknown darkness

too late their sadness the ignorant horror too bad the bitter truth of life the circle of death

so brief these moments now nodding heads and limbs entwined as one to kiss and hold

share breath and warmth and full hearts thankful denizens of a different fate

Through midnights passing she returns unheard to share in food and life

and grateful voices rejoice and beg and fight blind recipients to a different fate

another hunter then too returns his innocent death dropped amongst broken shells

so special then the quiet nurtured contentment until another tomorrow’s dawn

and briefly for the hour wanes we share in slumber the peace of love and life.