Prayer

It’s not too late, Dark One,
      For you to come
      And have me close
And stay an hour or two,

It’s not too late at all
      For you to slip
      Past fossil light
And quickly touch my hand.

It’s deepest night, Dark One,
      I look straight up
      And won’t be born
Another billion years

If you’re so far away;
      Come closer now
      So that I taste
Your breath: I have been here

On tiptoe all the night,
      And I shall wait
      For you, Dark One,
Till all those years are done.

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