This is an older poem I wrote. It's where the name of this site came from.

From the Heart - 12:24 a.m.

Allow me to set the scene. . .

Shadows creep over carpets and around corners as bodies breathe deeply, tossing and turning in their wakelessness. Minute hands tick, pulsing to a rhythm so familiar in these early hours. Window panes stare back, blackened by the night on their skin. It is in this that one soul stirs. Lusting after rest, yet to no avail, memories return. Close to the heart are these late night rendezvous; begging questions that are, as of yet, unanswered. Who is this one who listens (to the sounds of moonlight, kitchen tile, and cold air) in this penetrating darkness. Time can only answer for itself.

Few appreciate the darkness as I,
so I sit. . .
and smile. . .


- posted by Jonathan@ 4:15 PM