The darkness before light...
Quiet, still, a field of possibilities.
The day has yet to take shape.
Harsh light has yet to illuminate
False hopes, adult responsibilities, and stark truths.
Now, there is only a womb
From which anything and any gentle magic
Might happen.
False hopes, adult responsibilities, and stark truths.
Now, there is only a womb
From which anything and any gentle magic
Might happen.
The air is crisp and cool.
Streetlights twinkle
Amidst all that is at rest.
This is not night.
It is not day.
It is the between time.
The pause between words,
The breath before a sentence,
The space between thoughts.
Look now.
The sky.
Its dark blue begins to lighten.
The fragile time is over.
Should we be so lucky
We will all survive what is ahead of us
And return to
The moment of safety and comfort.
And return to
The moment of safety and comfort.
