In The Still of the Night

The stark silence of the night brings back forth the images of distant dreams.

Faces assemble, captured by memories which now and forever sleep.

Some I know only by name, others to which I know by the beat of my heart.

I knew them all once; some I knew better than others, some still live and other sleep in the dark.

Some I only knew by their screen name, yet now they too are dead and gone.

I have discovered in the still of the night that my online friends do not live in a magical box.

I have learned that they are as real as the sun that shines upon my face.

I have discovered and felt in truth the trials that they too in the darkness chase.

Thus to those of whom I may never see, know that your life has influenced me.

I read your poems; I hear your silent cries, and I am always here for you.

Grace now be with us all as we face the dawn of a new day.

Remember thou me as I do you in the still of the night…and if I should cross your mind….PRAY.

J. Allen Wilson © 5/16/2010