IN THE DREAMING

NIGHT

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.
-Anna Letitia Barbauld

Night falls like a soft, baby feathered hawk, her feathers melting into the soft dirt.Across the field I hear the ruffle of tree leaves as her shadowy wings embrace their forms, and they stand to attention, waiting for her whispers to begin. I think she tells them stories—stories she has borrowed from the winds. Tales of times lost, lives lived, passions loved and spent. Tales of sparkling gaiety filled with golden light, lost slippers, Princesses and Kings. She tells them of the oceans she’s caressed and made dance, her feathery fingers coaxing the sun-kissed waters into gales that left them cold. These stories remind me of whispered conversations that leave one silent, wondering where the time went...and in the darkness, in the field, among the endless rows of walnuts so perfect in their geometry, I stand and listen to the gentle whisper of the night. I shiver, and suddenly realize that she’s found me. Night has stolen my warmth like a jealous hen and left me to find myself again. Do I care? I think not, for I have listened to the tales of the wind. The stories...oh, the stories! I may be cold, but my soul is alive tonight, fired by the singing of a dark-feathered thief. Where is she now, I wonder, that soft-bodied stealer of life? Does she whisper quietly to other dreamers like me...or has she returned home to lace her whispy nest with the fire of a thousand souls?

Tell me, oh my friends, how to forget! For I dream of the clawed embrace of a dark feathered Angel. In sheltered sleep I wait for her to lift my soul and take me home where, slowly, surely, I will unwind the weft of a thousand silk threads. Clutching the glittering skeins of patterned souls, I will listen to the breath of life. I will listen to the breath of stories. I will listen to the thoughts of a thousand others like myself, who have become lovers of a thousand words, and lost their souls to a thief in the night.

Night. Copyright 2005 Rebecca Tacosa Gray U.S. & Universal Copyright

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