#night write

All but weightless, No need to focus. A bath Bubble bursts gently twirling steam.

Slowly Retracts the thoughtless finger, Letting another figment of the imagination Dissolve into the thick of Coagulating Aether.

The ceiling shimmers with Reflected undulation; little dancing figures That beckon, winged and golden.

To and fro, Their butterfly touches, emolliating:

A sigh Sends them skyward; a gasp Reallures them Down

To dance In the next bubble, Til it bursts tintinnabular ripples; Minute sound waves Travel titillating, Conjoining To

Engulf.

Breathlessness.

All the little Shimmering dancing figures

Fall.

Butterfly kisses Consume; the longest day,

Forgotten.

Body aching and so tired

It's all I can do to keep moving

But I keep moving

Because if I don't, then who will feed them

Who will make their world safe

Who will listen to their ideas

And remind them that they're capable

I am determined to make their tomorrow

Better than my yesterday

I am fiercely loyal to their future

To their chance at a life well lived

And if the tax of love is exhaustion

Then I will spend a thousand more nights

Aching and tired to the bone

Have I forgiven the past

And let the bygones be gone

Past beyond what could have been

Have I been a good sister

Have I believed in the dreams

And let go of control yet still hold

The support that I should

Have I been a good mother

Have I been present in each moment

Listening to the fears, wiping tears

Hearing each need and meeting it

Have I been a good self

Have I been kind to my soul and mind

Taking time to find the best of me

As if you could change the way things are

But you're just as absent as my hope

Caught on a jagged fence post

Somewhere in my messy past

You are not a constant to anyone but yourself

And you whisper words to yourself

Pretending I can hear them

But I'm miles away within the roar of life

Standing against the futility of carrying

All the things you've never known or experienced

Scroll back, I dare you

And you'll see a trail of broken conversations

Questions you left unanswered

Throw your darts from within the shade

Feeling safe behind your glass pane

But you dug under your fountain from day one

And blame me for its crumbling

Memories that leave me warm

Things that I can recall

Of a past that still feels safe

I dip into my treasured times

When life was so much simpler

When my faith was brighter

Before these scars were made

I roll those times over

Played so I don't forget

That there can still be sweetness

It is Sunday night.  I have a fireplace going on Netflix.  It reminds me of days of old. Christmas. 

Birch Wood is burning in this simulation.  4K. Life like.  It is an actual fire they have recorded over time. And with modern technology, I have is playing on the screen. A digital hearth to warm my home. The imagery of fire can provoke heating thoughts. Winter is here.

Enter the season of night. But everyday is the night and every night is the day. Night and day.