Voice of the night

shhhh

voice of the night

do you hear that, dear? whispered my pillow.

I was sleeping, pillow. Please let me get back to sleep.

listen, love, can you hear it? whispered my blanket.

Quiet, blanket. Please let me get back to sleep.

hear me, feel me, dance to me - came a whisper, that was not my pillow, nor my blanket.

A stillness hit my body, slowing down my already calm breath.
Starting from the tips of my limbs, a warm tingle welcomed itself.
Eyes closed, the black tableau grew wider, deeper and darker.
Yet somehow, filled with every color, more than imaginable.
A thousand stars made their way into my head, as well.

Calm, I was.

I could hear it.

Without a sound, it was a song.

Making my body sway and twirl.

I did not move an inch.

Thank you, pillow.

Thank you, blanket.

I now hear the voice of the night.

S.M

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Thepensiveplayer]

I think this is a very enchanting poem. You can't help but actually visualize and experience something like this every now and again. Thanks for writing this piece and keep on going. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of words and thoughts. You made the reader believe.
"Hear me, feel me, dance to me - came a whisper, that was not my pillow, nor my blanket."
I liked the above lines. Thank you Sarah for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Sarah's words]

Thank you so much, it means a lot! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Sarah.