Nightwatch

In the grave of night my kin are asleep

and I am companionable

with the echo of the bark in the distance,

the lone craft buzzing through the bejewelled cape

of black velvet sky.

And I am not alone, my curiosity piqued

by the sense of the Watcher behind the cloak

I stretch out to move the inky curtain

to reveal my Beloved, my silent, constant Ally

but I don’t get there.

The curtain of dark heaven is too far

and all is futile.

until my fingers find my chest, tapping

like a patient visitor at the door

He is here, He is here.