Knight of Nights

I wake to armswrapping me,gathering thoughtsof where I am,who I am,and what day this is.I hold back,tightly,as if the wind wouldswift meawayand I no longer hadthe grounding of youshielding me from the world.The heat from the bedpenetratessilentlydraping us both,whisperinglittle secrets from our travels.This is the wayevery morning should be welcomed:in the arms of a knightilluminating lightinto my spirit.