Awake again at 3 am,
Nature unleashing her torrent
While the world,
In all its various conditions,
Sleeps.

It is a magic
I cannot seem to waive,
An intensely delicious solitude
For which no other pass is required
Than the ability to savor it
For the dark diamond it is,
A supernatural reality
Where even the travesties
Of a lucid world
Have been quelled
In exchange for obscurity.

A coded language whispers
Through time's stealthy passage here.
The translation flits, just
On the edges of breath,
Elusive and intricately woven
Into lullabies meant to induce a delirium
To which I have been granted
A powerful immunity.

Are these moments or hours
Between moon and sun?
I am ever unsure,
Yet blessed by the cloak of it,
This invisibility I crave,
As if my life depends
On the one rare thing
That most beings never even taste,
Eavesdropping on that
Sacred conversation held
Between the Shadows
And the Dawn.

11/16/2014

Author's Note: A perspective granted by a rare craving to be awake while no one else is.

Posted on 11/16/2014
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