at midnight are the voices quiet noises
through the open door of my balcony
comes streaming in not just clear air
those are the whispers of the night
so many people out of sight
that my own voices talk to me
loud and clear
so i can write them down
there is no need to use my memory
i write the letters down that are my thoughts
and with a mind at peace
i put the light all out
lie down and wrap my body in soft blankets
to listen to the noises in the distance
slowly drift away.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2022

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