In the Still of the Night

I rise above my still form.

Photo © Lon Casler Bixby

QUIET

NO BREEZE

NO MOVEMENT

NO SOUND

I CANNOT HEAR MY BREATHING

I CANNOT HEAR MY HEART BEATING

I HAVE NEVER HEARD SUCH SILENCE

LIKE A SPIRIT

I RISE ABOVE MY STILL FORM

AND SEARCH FOR YOU

I CAN FEEL YOUR PRESENCE

YOU HEART DESIRES TO BE NEAR

BUT THE SANCTUM IS EMPTY

YOU STILL HAVE FEAR

MY SOUL CRIES OUT TO YOU

SILENCE ANSWERS BACK

DISHEARTENED I DRIFT BACK INTO MYSELF

AND WAIT IN THE STILL OF THE NIGHT

FOR YOU TO COME

Lon Casler Bixby
Lon Casler Bixby

Lon Casler Bixby is a published author: Fiction, Poetry, Humor, & Comic Books. He's also an award-winning photographer whose work has been featured in magazines, art & coffee table books, & in Art Galleries throughout the world.

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