I want to wrap my arms around you just as the night envelopes the day.

This 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.