In Between Daylight Poem by Zoe Nyght

In the stillness of the summer dusk
we drape ourselves around cushioned velvet
and lie, resting,
tired.
The rafters overhead arch upwards
like the roof of a church
and I feel our dreams hanging
high above us in the quiet air,
waiting,
floating to the shadowy ceiling.

Fluently, we converse in silence,
our souls drifting
like messengers of God on a mission
to awaken the world.
And in this room where we wait
there is a mirror in which
the rafters of our dreams are reflected –
in the grayness before the setting sun
we try to see ourselves.