Welcoming The Shadows (Poetry)

I do not rage against the dying light
I welcome shadows and the ebb of day
the distant echo trembles and my sight
wavers with my body’s slow decay

This flesh is not the flesh that I once bore
this covering’s grown strange — a makeshift dress
I search for self — my deep essential core
beneath these worn and torn poor rags of stress

But quiet now the gloaming spreads such balm —
a blanket with its careful comfort sewn
a moment caught beyond all hurt and harm
where solace smooths and dreams are mine to own

It’s late — too late — for worry or regret
the soul is real the body just pretends
my story’s one kind darkness will forget
I have no fear — the night and I are friends