Midnight Walks

Midnight Walks: At midnight I wander into a different world. And the ancestors that I’ve followed speak to me in my dreams. Their voices are unified in an uncut language that’s hard to identify. But the message is clear. I am told, time and again, to keep searching. They sooth the uncertainty in me. They calm the fear that creeps and haunts in the dead of the night. And when the tears start in, and my breath chops at my lungs like an African machete, they are there armed and ready with 12 foot shields and poisoned darts. I can retreat to safe grounds, sanctuaries where Mozart plays and memories of rose gardens flood the entities of my mind. And I can reside with out granting a “thank you” or a “Can I..”. It’s just me and my purpose that holds the entire space.