Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

awake again in thick stillness
no cars, no barking, the real dead of night
I walk on tip toes in satin slippers
smell the perfume of past lives

inhale the bouquet of buried time,
feel the voices vibrate in blackness, highlight
the tenor, the alto, the bass euphoria
lingering in sleepless shadows

insomnia is often a gift
laid at the foot of your bed, the capture
of regenerative morning spew,
when spirits tend to be verbose

and if you train yourself
to listen, accept
the visitors that come to your wakened ears
you just might have a meaningful conversation

perfect description of 'thick stillness' -- very nice!
our olfactory receptors lead a straight route to the memory centers in the brain
that's why scents generate strong feelings
enjoyed your piece, saw, thank you!

i smell those wistful vibes
who can sleep?