Twilight words
you know, those words that come exactly 90 minutes before the alarm
… persistent cat words softly pawing your face … heroic, wisdom words from the back of the cave, never to come again … to you, the anointed one … last chance words fading before you can even decide if you wanted them, but you know you do, you know you can’t afford to let them fade, but sleep … oh just a few more minutes … please … nope, now or never … dimmer … skittering away, so you sit up, feel around for paper and pen, turn on a light, make marks on the page, not many, never quick enough, syllables already dripping away into never again.
Come back, but like Shane, they’re gone.
AND, love the flip book of Marta Becket! I want to write my own little post about her and I'd love to include a link to it, is that possible?
This is a great post Joyce. Interestingly this doesn’t usually happen to me, my words come when I’m in a zoned out state meditating or at a random time. They shuffle off into the ether when I fail to pay proper attention and think I’ll remember them later.