The bedroom curtains swell their long robes,
breathing deep breaths from their waking windows,
Whispering soft and wistful breezes,
of day and night and their fleeting secrets:
The life God placed beneath the shadows,
the conversations of birds and songs unknown,
the faithful silence of sunlight between,
hung in pale sheets among the flickering green,
then the graceful pace of dear nightfall,
lowering her veil and billowing shawl,
taking hand in a waltz unfurled so gently,
in seamless cloak and Heavenly timing.
