Dark Personified

[XavF]

The gentle touch, the soft embrace
That tickles my toes and kisses my face (tickles feels too playful, perhaps,  "That holds my hands and kisses my face")
‘Til morning breaks, and away it’s chased. (This feels a little too final? Idk)
Kept at bay ‘til dusk walks by, 
And Mother holds tight to the sky. (can you clarify what this represents?)

Then, slowly walking through the street (walking and walk had been used, strolling fits well and alliterates)
Recovers from its last retreat (recovering rather than recovers) 
Draped gently like an endless sheet.
Covering windows, closing doors, 
Only to recede once more.

Peacefully timid, eagerly shy
Patiently waiting to explore.

Thanks for the poem! My thoughts are in brackets above!