We go out after dark

When the quiet settles,

like a wool blanket muffling all the sounds

when the moon becomes brighter than the sun

when voices soften, shoulders relax

When the small children have been put to bed

when the last late night T.V. show has played

when even the owls are nodding

we go out after dark

We pull on our warm clothes -

muffs and downs

and having fortified ourselves with hot tea,

we go out after dark

We are seeking what can only be found there -

in the profound darkness

in the quiet that comes

after all the noise has been dispelled

In the deep stillness, without distractions

we go there to find peace

we go there to find answers,

with the wise moon gazing down on us

Our worries are less there,

our connection to All is greater there

we go out after dark to find truth,

away from our bright-light lives

We go out after dark

because we are welcome there

lines are blurred; the cool night air brings relief

the softer light brings softer ideas

We go out after dark

to find ourselves,

to find each other

(in the nether-when)

We go out in our dreams,

in our waking

in our slippers,

our negligees

We go out after dark

to be made whole again

before a new day begins.

life is softer here

It whispers to us the things we need

to help us go on

we go out after dark

to remember that all things are equal

To dance madly in the shadows,

where no one is watching

to be our true selves, for a sliver of time

before the day puts us to sleep again

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