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At 2:15 Precisely
by Alison McKenzieThis time of day,
2:15 am precisely,
Is where I find my magic -
Heart of my heart,
Who lives only within
The twilight twixt awake and asleep.
The sleepy hush of darkness saturates,
Broken hearts washed and tucked-in for the night.
The cool breeze smoothes away
The tight jaws and furrowed brows
Of these long, scorching, summer days.
At last the quiet.
Peace sustains my weightless awareness,
The crush of stress slowly abated
Over the course of these fragile years,
A patient truth waiting
In the waltz of my sweetheart's dreaming.
Oh, he is not really come for me,
Not in physicalities or phone calls,
At least, not yet
But in the hush of my sleepiest consciousness,
On the edges of what is real
And what I dream in vivid sentience,
There he waits for me with folded hands,
And a book of everything he's written.
His love is absolute,
And tonight, at 2:15 am precisely,
I feel it deeper than any other knowing.
08/11/2008 Posted on 08/11/2008
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/11/08 at 01:03 PM ...precisely????, what if you're watch and clocks are offffff a nano-second, now girl, just as time exists in an 'all at once' thingeee so does our love, and you have wonderful love, wonderful! the last line 'better than any other knowing'...what a delightful mouthful...i agree w/ melanie |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/11/08 at 02:30 PM I'm in love with stanza 5 - zowee!! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/11/08 at 03:10 PM The edges of the mind seem to be the most creative and sometimes the most real. Well done Alison. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 08/11/08 at 04:55 PM "The twilight twixt awake and asleep" time for realization...such quiet energies in the middle of the night, for reflection which you do so well here! MFS |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 08/11/08 at 05:03 PM your word choice and imagery are superb! |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/11/08 at 06:00 PM I would like my heart to be washed and tucked-in for the night.
How gentle, this, to an onlooking soul.
Jill |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 08/11/08 at 06:17 PM Wistful and dreaming, restful yet vivid, and somehow a dream you touch all the senses reeling, beautiful. smh |
| Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 08/14/08 at 11:06 AM Beautifully crafted work. |
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