Breath of Night

Have you ever stepped outside for a moment or two in the late hours of the night, stood in the middle of the road and did nothing but breathe? What greater moment can you find than this? Where you can sit down in the witching hour, breathe and just be? Where you can unwind the stress and cares of a world that is aching for a better tomorrow? Life halts for those few short hours in the dead of night when almost every soul has collapsed into their beds of weariness. Begging for a moment’s rest from the burdens and woes of life.

If you ever find yourself awake in those sleepy hours go step outside. Watch the air pulse with the throbbing sensation that there is more to that dismal street than eerie shadows and frightening noises.

Breathe the cold air that enters in chill as nightmares

But escapes from your cracking lips white as mist

Your head feels heavy upon your shoulders, your neck groaning from its weight

Your legs ache to keep moving but stand

Stand still and breathe

Breathe in the pain of yesterday

Deep and hollow in your gut

As the air moans with the hush of slumber

Black noise quakes about your aching limbs

My chest has not felt this full

But it is not full of love and yearning

It is full of being

Full of life and needing

Waiting for that unexpected burst of letting go

Of remission

Of submission

Of power, the desire to move on to start anew

Of courage, to believe in yourself and trust those you love

Step out of yourself

Step out of that carcass that stands there in the street

Fading away into the depths of the universe

Watch it crumble into the corners of blackness

Resolve to let go of the day

And embrace the first breath of tomorrow

Fall in love with the night

And the morning it promises