Night hides all <br />wounds, <br />all sins, <br />her cloak of shadows <br />smooths out the edges <br />faster than water <br />on stone <br />and yet <br />it is illusion, <br />the claws <br />that hope becomes <br />rip deeply <br />carving canyons <br />in the trusting soul <br />unwomaned now <br />by doubt <br />tomorrow's dawn will rise <br />...on what?<br /><br />Midnight Clarity<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-fears-2/
