The Twilight Reclaimed Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

I meet with three faces
   that come in the night

In dreams that preplace,
  masks of darkness and light

Their voices once spoken,
   remain in my head

Until words are then written,
  pitting joy against dread

These triplets were born
  in a harrowing storm

Only quieting down,
  if new offspring are born

And then able to sleep,
  once each orphan is named

Their breath I still feel,
—in the twilight reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2014)