A brightness permeates in a shadowed room.
Another sleepless twilight beckons from beside the bed.
The next flash could be a sign.
The next flash could be a chance.
Sound pierces a quieted space past midnight’s hour.
The morning crawls into view a second too soon.
I’ve yet to rest when sleeping on a cliff’s edge.
I’m waiting for the next message you’ll never send.
( ❤ Mitch)