In the Still of the Night

By Apolinario Villalobos

In the still of the night

Do soulful songs are composed

Do poems that wring the heart written

For it’s the time when silence is not broken.

In the still of the night

Do memories of the past return

Do days gone seem to be just behind me

For it’s the time when I float in sheer fantasy.

In the still of the night

Do I hear my deafening heartbeat

Do my inner voice becomes lucid, shrill

For it’s the time to listen as I lay unmoving, still.