Transitions

I wonder where we go at night;
When all tasks of the day resign themselves,
Dreams find themselves softly
Resurrected, in the silence.

They tangle together
In warmth that we steal away-
taken from those who don't sleep,
suspend their lives to breathe.

Music plays as time dances into place
For those who still move along.
In silence, the rest keep hoping
Tomorrow will gently ease in.