Still of the Night

There’s a moment

  during the still, heavy night

where my senses are awakened

  the darkness wrapping itself around me

my body quivering

my mind sharp

And my attention is focussed,

  albeit fleetingly

on our fragile existence

our frailty and innocence

trusting strangers to fade into the fog

listening to loved ones’ soft breath

the covers rising with rhythmic grace

As hundreds sleep or despair

While the world turns

  and the guns fire

The blazing bullets of sleep

Crashing home to my eyelids

Allowing me to once again forget

  and slumber till morn

© www.mypastmademe.com 2011

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