Accosted By Angels

The darkness writhes before my eyes
Flickering dispatches from another world
angels who worship their mother, the night
Their halos blind me and their radiance,
Makes my own shadow wither and everything
Around me is unreal. The candle
Has burnt down. It has capitulated
Succumbing to the onward march of the night
And, menacingly, the air gathers around me

And that dawn with its slivers of light
That penetrate the thick draperies
Is a long time coming