Darkness is an embrace few can relish.
It wraps, fills all, and comforts those it knows.
Strangers avoid it in ignorance,
Lovers welcome it with their souls exposed.


Run through the night
Abandon all senses.
Let the woods lead you
Let them fill you.
The moon calls, though few hear it.
Dance its song and surrender all,
Know true bliss


It fills the soul,
Brightens the eyes,
Flows like light,
And will never run out.





Copyright 1999
by Michael Bethea