Near Midnight

Thank you to Lillian at dVerse for providing this prompt of writing about dream or dreams.

Photo by JR Korpa on Unsplash

Near Midnight

Alone, I sit
second hand edging toward midnight
last flights landing,
taking off
at National.
This morning’s dreams reveal
a strange man massaging the pain
in the heel of my hand
my soul dog smiling through the past days of heaven
Me following you around corners
up streets, all roads of childhood
never finding you
thinking I’m all alone
seconds before the sun blinks through gauzy shears.
Sleep’s a comfort these days.
No nightmares,
the days are filled with those.
In the morning I sip tea
watch a silly brave squirrel repel a bird hawk.
I think we should all be so brave
facing down the intruders
in our landscape
who wish to devour our world.
Moments from now
I’ll invite dreams, linger in the spell
of moments past, moments to be.
This is the only time I commune with everything I’ve ever loved.

Sascha Darlington

6 thoughts on “Near Midnight

  1. Thank you so much for posting to the prompt, Sascha. From the moment I started reading this, I was with you….it was all-enveloping.
    These words most especially struck me as powerful:
    “Sleep’s a comfort these days.
    No nightmares,
    the days are filled with those.”

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