“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

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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