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.
Copyright © Sam Gillespie | Year Posted 2011
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