Night offers up secrets,
whispered rustlings of silk,
a puff of air upon
smooth skin.
Time moves forward and back,
unrestricted by the boundary
of ego.
Kindred spirits mingle
and laugh,
sharing conversations
singular in origin,
revealing when connected.
Today has no morning alarm,
and though restless,
I wander back into
the dreams where everyone
lives,
open to secrets
in the silence of dawn.
Categories: Poetry