night after night in the twilight of dreams
you stand beside a brightness blinding
its jeweled hues string my heart into
bright realms and I wonder at the truth
of love glowing from your presence like
promises of succor and rescue from deep
depths of evil times when the world seems
full of dark enemies and hateful, merciless
foes who trample thoughtless what does
not suit them or make them wealthy, eaters
of the impoverished who hold the world
beneath them and brag to heaven their
vast superiority while beneath armored
breasts they harbor fears no less than ours.

David M Pitchford