The night comes strangely to my tonight
As if it came from the inside out
Not a dark night
Rather a very bright one
Bright as only night can be
Bright as only stars can be
Real as only dreams can be
The night comes strangely to me tonight
With a scent from inside
A strange kind of memory
An inner dream
Of reality
From beyond
The veil of reality
The night comes strangely to me tonight
Rather like a lightning so bright
Rather like an emptiness so light
Reflecting on itself
And pouring out all of its mystery
Into the dreams
That come to us at night
The night comes strangely to me tonight
Awake and not asleep
Listening and receiving
Images invisible
Words unspoken
Mysteries (un)revealed
Like stories never told
Are they yet to come?
Were they ever lived?
Or are they simply present
Within infinite possibility …
The night comes strangely to me tonight
With a scent from inside
A strange kind of memory …
Katy Pylyser 26-06-2015
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