4:20 am …
Awakened from a dream.
Lying silently in the dark,
A pleasant breeze my companion.
Listening to the night sounds, stillness voice speaks to me.
Beyond the white noised hum of clocks, appliances and the occasional cricket,
A mockingbird whistle slices the blackness.
His sole chorus a private performance.
Alone again, just me and my listening heart.
Then a train rumbles noisily in the background, its clickety clack, clickety clack of metal unapologetically meeting metal.
Five urgent blasts of the horn perforate the quietness.
Night performs its wee hour melody to those listening in the dark.
(C) Kathryne Leach, 03/02/2015
Christian inspirational writer of truth that makes darkness tremble. Author of Lion in My Garden devotional.