Nighttime Visitor


It’s late at night that she visits  – the dreamer

the one whose voice I know, tugging gently my heart, she whispers —

“Wake up! Come away with me. Come, you’re still young. Come, let’s play like before. Let’s go, let’s eat the fruit, let’s run!”

I can hear her trying to disguise the desperateness in her voice, and I’m tempted to hold her, to help her, to hold her through the ink black night…

But then I hear the train’s lonely cry as it echoes in the night, tugging at all things real, and the dreamer hears it too — the restlessness of a heart prone to wander– it’s her song

Slipping quietly away

she’s gone

off to chase illusions

off to ride the rails

Oh my sweet nighttime visitor, I remember you as I call after her, “Go. Run. Spread your wings, little one. Search for peace…you’ll find your way back here one day.” And I sit back, in this starlit brightened night, wrapped in the arms of the One who led me home

and I smile

at the here and now

Joining with Lisa at Five Minute Fridays,

and Jennifer at Tell His Story



5 Comments Add yours

  1. Somehow this reminds me of Frozen (the new movie, did you see it?). Hopping over from Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday. Good to meet you!

    1. Hope that’s a good thing…? But no, I didn’t see the movie, just my nighttime visitor. 🙂

  2. Kelli Moore says:

    Visiting from FMF – what a beautiful story. Makes me think and wonder – and that is a very good thing! Thanks so much. And Frozen was a good movie!

    1. Thanks Kelli for visiting! … Guess I need to see Frozen! 🙂

  3. geniecan says:

    Lovely Sis..oh yes the wandering and the here and relatable xoxo Jeane

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