Midnight Rendezvous

To one who lies awake across the watches of the night subsumed by just the soft cocoon of thought, I am the whispering walls that stubbornly invade your mind again-- surrounding it with unarticulated hope again, provoking it with dialogue that will not ever rest. Their "why" pervades subconsciousness, it seeks, and then repeats both question and response, fading only as the curtain rises to disclose the day. You stir reluctantly, your refuge, yes your chosen cynosure retreating. Not I. I wait within. I shall not let you go. The whispers that you hear are certain to return and neither you nor I may cease our midnight rendezvous. It defines us just as the patient and persistent walls reach forth within the dark, as their mission is to mark the whole, though it may be a tribute only to the vanity of every soul's desire. ~