Shall that little light be burning
when our day is done?
When the shadows and the voices play on hither walls
Form themselves into dread familiar figures
Who have kindly walked into the night, here
To bring a nuptial treaty forth
Forgetting why we waited
We felt the cold and sleep’s wooing call
We laughed ourselves silly
And mercifully slept beneath the banded stars
And the clear half moon
While our sisters eschewed frivolity
And now His face is barely lit
With scant lamp-glow and adoring eyes
From our lovelorn sisters
Who dance on with perfumed feet and holy hearts
But ‘twas just a little sleep, just giggles
Which faded into the night, into the stars.
They waited; we forgot. Dawn stings more than not.
