The Night Of Lessened-Light. Poem by Michael Gale

Be little, be light...
Lest ye be kissed by night.

This night...
This frightening night, of less seen light...

Do we miss the kiss, from our light? ...
Should we welcome, the night filled fright?

Are we allowed to be blanketed, in darkness-unfold? ...
To continue to suffer and shudder, as cower, as young or old?

We relish the thought that all is well...
We question all, that tell.

Alas, at last, the cold arid breath, breathes chance to lungs...
Against all life's, unclimbed rungs.

Many words rubbed raw, against ribbed aching and caged...
Went-Nothing new and no one olden, spent.

Pushed up daisies...
Wilted and dangling, lazies.