Nighttime

At a time when no one is aware,

when no one cares.

At a moment when time creeps unnoticed,

I have awoken, curious to what

stalks the rooms like an odd intruder.

Who is it that takes my hand and

leads me to some unresolved question?

I see a void, and hear the silence;

I feel the pain of knowing we are alone, together.

I've misplaced my security in a room full of night,

It is nowhere to be found.

All that exists is the soul suspension

one feels in barren spaces, in dark places.

Evening rests but I rove riddles

—seeking a legacy.

I dwell in a place where most are fairly dead,

Until they rise like Lazarus, daily,

and I so wearily am ready for bed.

Photo: Holding On, designed by Lisa M. Careau,

            in collaboration with Jennifer Jordan-Careau.

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