Night Tears

There is a crying that happens at night
that does not comewhile the light is with us.
There are things that cannot be evadedonce the sun goes down.
Small nocturnal creatures with sharp white teeth
silently gnaw at the edges of
belly and heart when the darkness descend
sand the void insidegrows larger.
It can split you open.

And the bone in the centre of your chest
aches like the cracked wishing bonefrom the turkey breast.
And if we are strong enough to be weak enough
we are given a wound that never heals.
It is the gift that keeps the heart open.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995