when the air moves around you
in the night
is it your sigh
or do the ghosts
of sentimental songs
ripple through the dark
when the floor creaks
at midnight
is it the summer heat
or do passengers
in time
walk upon the fabric of your dreams
when the sounds of life disappear
at twilight
is this a different peace
or merely reminiscent of amnion
as the quiet speaks
of heavenly love
©2010 Hey Hey
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