Stay the night, he said,
as the dull oaks and blazing
maples retreated into the
dusky hillside, the hillside
slipping into eternal night.
Stay the night, he said,
as distant coyotes howled
at the sorrowful silver moonrise,
moonlight bleeding into indigo sky,
the soundless sky clear and vast.
Stay the night he said,
and led the way.
Moonlight and shadow held the night at bay,
Blessed night into blessed day.
Stay the night.
Broken things reflect the light.
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