Night of Renewal

Your safe shoulders return.
What a miracle.
The year’s black spell
Cast off by light.
I fear. I startle,
Ready to back-track,
Wary of morning.
Tonight shines bright
But morning…
Morning could obfuscate joy;
Laugh at my nonage;
Chase off the dream.
No, though, not so.
You are a jaunty jack tar
Capricious and strong.
Nipped, nubile hero,
You take me on.
A turn and a turn
And another, down
The winding path of night.
You lead like a captain.
Yes, yes.
Lead on.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006