It Struck Me in the Night
it struck me in the veil of night
in a silence so quiet, it seemed to scream out to me
in the deep breaths and the tears on my pillow
nighttime itself was tangible, definite
it had dimensions, and i could feel its heart
darkness ran its velvety fingers through my hair
i saw it in the light
in the blazing radiance of the day’s end
the sun’s infinite energy penetrating my mind
crystal chandeliers casting rainbow reflections
sapphire wisps of flame licking the edge of the fire
and the dizzying sparkle of the sea
it came to me in a melody
in the soft burbling of a creek
the quiet melancholy of an evening lullaby
haunting and beautiful, whispers in the dark
the memory of your last words to me
the pattering of rain on the roof
i could sense it in a feeling
a delicate breeze embracing my weary spirit
cool water enveloping my bones, a timeless reverie
the familiarity of old parchment and ink
a loyal friend, nuzzling its whiskers against my hand
the stillness of a moment alone, comforting my soul
it reached out to me through heartbreak
through lonely conversations with the moon
in a mirror shattered on the floor
even in the torment of losing you
black umbrellas and lace, closing in on me
beautiful anguish that i could not escape
it was there in an instant
and gone the next
in every ache i longed to forget
and in every precious moment i wish could have lasted forever