Twilight Reclaimed

I meet with three faces
  that come in the night
In dreams that preplace
  masks of darkness and light
Their voices once spoken
   remain in my head
Until words are then written
  pitting joy against dread
These triplets were born
  in a harrowing storm
Only quieting down
  when new offspring are born
And then able to sleep
  once each orphan is named
Their breath I still feel
  —in the twilight reclaimed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)