midnight approached and so did she / by Ellen Sorensen

midnight approached and so did she

hand outstretched, waiting for me to follow

her in a red gown, like a rose caught in the wind

and I, transfixed by her beauty, wavering between dreams and reality


dark stillness faded into movement 

juxtaposed against my frozen bewilderment 

she outstretched her hand towards me

as clouds moved and air danced through her hair


"come," she whispered, so gently that I stopped

and had to remember if she really said anything at all

but as I attempted to recall, I lost consciousness 

falling deep into a dreamless night of sleep