In the Silence of the Midnight Hour

These nights
Though you are beside me
I am by myself
And there are mornings as well
Where I wake
To a day filled with voices and faces and none of them are mine but I am still alone
And everything is the same
A blur of lights and colors
With borders erased

But in between
As my eyes close
And the waking world fades softly
I slip into the embrace of the inner chambers of the mind
And am greeted by familiar forms
In dreams and in memories revisited
Finding that
In the silence of the midnight hour
The tedium of daily life melts away
And in my solitude
I am reborn

16 thoughts on “In the Silence of the Midnight Hour

  1. And with my dreams I do sleep. Your words ring true inside my bell chamber, and your finale piece is quietly stunning.
    “In the silence of the midnight hour
    The tedium of daily life melts away
    And in my solitude
    I am reborn”

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    1. Thank you, Ivor. The world of dreams is an oddly relatable but ultimately subjective realm. We all experience dreams and share so many of the same sentiments, but what actually occurs once we fall asleep likely differs in more ways than we can express or even understand. Perception itself varies, but then world we create within our heads based on it, just given all of the variables, must be truly unique to ourselves.

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    1. Oh, Sara, it is so good to hear from you… I had been wondering about you and hoping all was well. Thank you so much for stopping by today. It has brought much light to my day. 🙂

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