5:30 a.m.

I wake from one to another world,

They have different rules and different walls.

Now fading staccato of lightning footfalls,

The sliding of my heart as the one falls away,

The other ascends, swells, fills the room,

Wipes away the midnight runes,

That have filled my ears the whole night long.

My body resonates to those sentient songs,

They allow me hope of another way, a second chance, a place to pray.

I mourn the fading of the night, the intrusion of the world’s daylight.

Let me hide, let me fade, let me reach the darkened glade, where another vista,

 Is my home, and I am safe and we are truly alone,

And no ghosts haunt me from the real, and I have no past,

And nightbreeze smells of unspoiled sea,

And I hold you to my breast at last.

Paula Lyons, MD
5/7/2003