Night conversations
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Roused from my tranquil at night
Indeed a witching hour
We need to talk she says
Where are we heading
To dreamland I mumbled, duh! my view
How long now?
Why the delay?
The inescapable, why prolong it?
Today or tomorrow, no difference she sees
Educate me she entreats
Tongue-tied I seem
Thoughts swirling
Choice of words testing
Mum's the word and mute is the order
"Omerta" the mandate as sign language bereft
Sleep deprivation in mind, as the short arm, several full circles it executes
A night lost as the barrage of questions continue
Focus redirected
Striving and scrambling for the right note and tone
Gingerly walking on eggs
Tiptoeing maybe
I found them at last
In humor of sort
A peace brokered at last for now
Conflict avoided
Unsettling peace pact agreed, alas at the break of dawn
Until the next time, when tempers rage for a temporary truce
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