In the still madness of night I came awake
And listened to the whispers in the hall
Footsteps coming and going, laughter in the dark
Traces of the invisible all over this quiet house
Lights twinkled through the window from a world I knew was living
Stars melted into the rain and were carried here
To find me listening to a song of the witching hour
In another world I never knew from shadow
Something is there, but fear forbids me to go to it
Not a fear that I will find some quiet new insanity
But that I will discover those silent movements were always only light
Coming in from the world beyond the window
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Cheers to new beginnings and familiar roads!
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6 responses to “In the Still Madness”
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Thanks, Tara!
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Excellent piece, thank you for sharing
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Thanks so much (:
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