I want to wrap my arms around you just as the night envelopes the day.
I want to become that night, (knight?) holding the promise of light.
I whisper my secret on this day.
That the light will return, little by little, bit by bit.
You need the dark in order to dream.
And in that dream, a multitude of possibilities are contained, waiting to expand.
The dark incubates and the light initiates.
Don’t forget me when the length of summer days return.
Don’t forget that I once held you precious and true.
Don’t forget me.