Ungodly Hours

I feel like
When the late hours of night tick into the early hours of morning
Our world is not entirely ours anymore
It feels like we’re just guests
When the moon shimmers over leaves, and rocks, and water
When the stars sing their songs of silence
On those nights were a word is not echoed
A sound cannot be heard
Our hearts pound
Our heads buzz
My breath feels like a hot syrup gliding through my throat
I like being awake when the world is silent
When I’m a guest in my life
I can just be
My thoughts settle
I feel no fear claws at my heart
I can just think whatever slips through my mind
The world stops
For just a moment
A.J. Busse