“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise…”
— Anne Bronte
Just one more note,
a crescendo stilling
me to rest, the coming
silence welcome —
may it ease me into
a slipstream
of unconsciousness,
the place of dreaming,
the place where
the grappling sound
finds image,
diffusing the day’s
noise into a fading haze,
indistinct and far, far away.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2020
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Poetic Meanderings 