Night, it lies alive outside the window,
illusionary boundaries of a seam.
Leading darkness to its end within a moment,
bringing days filled with my half-forgotten dreams.

Now in crowded rooms and endless hallways
where none will ever dare to stand alone,
somewhere still remains the empty spaces
and they call to all the people to come home. 

When the language of the night is speaking freely
and no one cares to either take or give
as all the world lies sleeping in its cradle,
empty spaces wake, unwatched, and live. 


by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez
1979