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I remember things of no particular significance, not so much the events of things, but the feelings. I was trying to think of an example to tell Sonja the other night when we talked, but it eluded me. I thought of something though. I remember living in Chilliwack, in the apartment with my parents, and how I used to sit out on the stairs at night. One night, I was out on the stairs, it had just rained and I could hear the cars on Yale, splashing as they went by, and I was looking at the sky. I could smell the wet grass over the fence. The clouds were breaking and the few stars that could be seen were winking into existance. I was smoking a cigarette, breathing deeply and feeling more or less at peace. There was a poem rolling around in my head (in fact, if I'm not mistaken it's the one I posted on MotM). That night I remember feeling charged, like the little hairs on my body were all standing on end, and I felt at home, sitting there in the dark, alone and watching the stars.

Sweet mother Night, still I haunt thy domain
And trace o’er the paths made only by thy
Children, searching desperately, in vain
For my place in thy kingdom. Tell me why
Only thy cool breath and soft spoken words
Rouse me? Why doth not father Day fill me
With inspiration, and his singing birds
Bring joy to my heart, but sadness only?
Still I thank thee for thy many blessings,
And for bringing upon me gentle peace.
I will live without the light his sun brings,
And lay cradled in thy dark, starry fleece,
Beneath thy moon, a smile upon my face,
And in thy realm, I soon shall find my place.

posted by September @ 11:04 AM