I Close Tonight

Midnight is nearly upon me. The windows are open and the night air is moving cool and slow through the room. I close the night with a certain restlessness. I am not sure where it is born. Perhaps it is a song waiting to be sung. Perhaps it is a tale waiting to be told. Perhaps it is a wanderlust waiting for an open road. Perhaps words waiting to be spoken. Perhaps it is a dream waiting just beyond the edge of wakefulness. Perhaps it is waking from a dream. I do not know. I am content with not knowing. I am content to wait until tomorrow. I look forward to the dreams of night. Perhaps there is a muse waiting for me there. I should like to dream of the lush muse of the ancient forest tonight. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T