The subtle glow
Of the feeling dark
Her wan face shines.
Hope, a panacea of pale truth
My breath hangs
Like dew on spider silk
I look at the dark night
The radiant circlet of Glorious Her
Against the gently frosted
silken throw of night
Her warmth envelops me
I am
She is
We are
I return to her.
She welcomes me with open arms.