We Are Silent Together

 

Hello darkness my old friend,

though I seldom meet with you anymore.

Your shadows spread around us each evening,

but there is always light mixed in...

the neighbors garage light left burning

the little night light I leave on

the moon shinning in and reflecting off dresser mirror

or the blue glow from the phone beside our bed.

 

But out here in the campground

it is truly you I 'see'

as I cuddle down.

The hour is late, the campfires are just coals

and campers have all drifted

sleepily to their beds.

We are huddled together, tents and trailers

under this stand of Ponderosa pines.

 

Their canopy shields us from moon or star light.

Does each of us greet you as friend, as I do?

There is a soft gentleness,

a peace in the blanket you fold over us.

We are all silent together,

as sleep overtakes and

I bid you welcome.