Solstice

We are but humble folk,
You and I,
And yet the Sun rises for
Us.
The darkness which has consumed
Our waking moments,
And shrouded our land
In white veils
Of mourning,
Is vanquished.
The Sun rises for
Us.

Darkest Night

i am not afraid of the dark.
no, not i.
darkness is womb,
is lovers beneath
quilts.
darkness is the color
of dreams,
of peace for weary
eyelids.
i am not afraid
to be an egg
before the hatching.