At Day’s End

I wrap myself up in you, up in day’s end.
I put out the light, shut out the night, release my visions.
I rest my head, recapture my bed, retrieve conditions.
But sleep won’t respond, not by me, not by my amends.

I gaze in awe, up at you, up at day’s end.
I study the night, shut out the lights to see constellations.
I look from afar, recapture the stars, retrieve expectations.
But the stars won’t respond, not by me, not by my amends.

You return to me,
    a gift of grace and peace descends.

You return to me,
    surprised by love, reprised in us,
        at day’s end.