On A Night Long Ago

Recently I came across this poem, buried for over a decade. Amused in an embarrassed mind, regarding the solid colours of my then emotions, but also cherishing those unplanned moments when passion blinded judgement, and pen made permanent my fears. I do remember.

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My slightly open window pouring out
Into the void, black night of summer air,
And all my thoughts are her.
The darkness speaking silence.
But all my youthful being begs for answers,
Just to know
     Will she be safe, all those years
     The fear of dark felt harm on her seizes my chest
     Will she find something that she'll smile at
     Her eyes are not meant for stinging tears
     But laughter, dancing brightness, child's joy
     Will she have that
     Will she hurt
     Will she grow hard to eat that hurting stone
     Will she be driven deep into the cave of isolation
     Will she feel alone
Tell me no, tell me never
Tell me that crazy world where she is headed will not poison her,
  Will not stab or scar her, will not do her harm
Tell me she will be fine
  And that she'll grow in all the ways she seeks
  Some ways I may not understand, but she so much desires
Tell me she will always feel my love for her
  And that its endless threads will wrap her warm at night
Tell me, night, that hence you will look after her
Tell me, oh please tell me, she'll come back to me,
  And that somehow some distant night like this,
  She will rest,
  We will rest, in each other's arms again,
  Safe together from the chilling world beyond the window.
Tell me.
But this silence,
Only silence.