Surreal hush of midnight cascades as a veil upon candlelit home while a soft whisper of comfort drifts across the room in a wave the tide taking away all that has been then returning in cycle back to me again
shadow dancers down the hall now waltzing around corners of circumstance twisting time into blurred images opening the door within me labeled "missing"
outside, the orange Moon offers an understanding embrace of light soft and soothing upon comforting memories
as my angels surround me in half sleep
and I smile as I fall through the rabbit hole of Night.