This poem came out of the June 4, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from haikujaguar. It has been sponsored by Shirley Barrette.
The day with her open eyes is demure,
but the night with her open ears is brave.
Day speaks her truths with quiet grace,
talks of things that must be seen and believed.
Night breathes the language of feelings,
and her truths are arrows to the heart.
Visions of the day will show you truths to your face,
things from which you cannot look away.
Still there are people who cover their eyes
and refuse to see what they have been shown.
Dreams of the night come and take you by the hand,
pull you down into oceans of honesty and knowing.
There is no escape from this intimate touch of truth,
for no matter how you try, you cannot cover your whole skin.
Yet it is not necessary to walk this perilous way alone,
for there are always guides if you know where to find them --
those few who are brave enough learn the language of dreams
and walk beside lost dreamers to lead them safely through their truths.