Friday, October 22, 2010

Night owl.

I'm up late listening to the quiet tranquility of the dark, 
content in knowing I'm surrounded by moonlight,
 serenity and empty streets just beyond my walls.
 Night time is for thinking and floating and dreaming. 
 At night everything becomes more intense, and more true,
 with the echo of the previous day's events bringing clarity.
 I wake sometimes somewhere between midnight and dawn,
with a longing to write, to talk to those important to me
 and to find balance, order and form
 in the best way I know how.

One of my favorites.  Bon Iver and St. Vincent's Roslyn.
Close your eyes and float.

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