I hold the night to my chest like a pearl

or when I’m sad, an opal

- and have you seen the night sky in Paris in the summer?  An opal it is.

And around me like a blanket I burrow inside

When she was sad my mother burrowed into bed under blankets;

I burrow into the night.

And it is mine, to share with the lights, and the people still outside, living lively lives.

And the cars racing past and the hidden stars

(afar and I find that I don’t mind that I can’t see them. Instead I peer through lit windows.).

Inside me a light glows, a switch flicked on by twilight.

I want to talk, or vacuum, or write.  

Sometimes it’s the only time.

The day runs past me, the sunlight flashing into my eyes.

Often I fall asleep just before it comes back.  There is nothing like the sunrise.

Like a soothing hand on my brow.

All is well; sleep now.


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Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on June 22, 2015 at 3:29pm

i know this one. Cannot say it as poetry. You can.

Comment by koshersalaami on June 22, 2015 at 7:12pm

Songs about it. 

I often find I want to be awake at night and asleep in the daytime. I end up awake in both. 

Comment by Zanelle on June 24, 2015 at 12:47pm

Your words brought me right there burrowed in and yet seeing stars.  Thank you.


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