In the Still of the Night
I rise above my still form.
QUIET
NO BREEZE
NO MOVEMENT
NO SOUND
I CANNOT HEAR MY BREATHING
I CANNOT HEAR MY HEART BEATING
I HAVE NEVER HEARD SUCH SILENCE
LIKE A SPIRIT
I RISE ABOVE MY STILL FORM
AND SEARCH FOR YOU
I CAN FEEL YOUR PRESENCE
YOU HEART DESIRES TO BE NEAR
BUT THE SANCTUM IS EMPTY
YOU STILL HAVE FEAR
MY SOUL CRIES OUT TO YOU
SILENCE ANSWERS BACK
DISHEARTENED I DRIFT BACK INTO MYSELF
AND WAIT IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT
FOR YOU TO COME
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Lon Casler Bixby
Lon Casler Bixby is a published author: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, & Comic Books. He's also an award-winning photographer whose work has been featured in magazines, art & coffee table books, & in Art Galleries throughout the world.
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