In the stillness of the summer dusk <br />we drape ourselves around cushioned velvet <br />and lie, resting, <br />tired. <br />The rafters overhead arch upwards <br />like the roof of a church <br />and I feel our dreams hanging <br />high above us in the quiet air, <br />waiting, <br />floating to the shadowy ceiling. <br /> <br />Fluently, we converse in silence, <br />our souls drifting <br />like messengers of God on a mission <br />to awaken the world. <br />And in this room where we wait <br />there is a mirror in which <br />the rafters of our dreams are reflected – <br />in the grayness before the setting sun <br />we try to see ourselves.<br /><br />Zoe Nyght<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-between-daylight/
