Obscured In The Slumber

That hour strikes
alone in your silence,
discomfort within
tossing to find
the resting position
that will allow
a day to evaporate
requiring
the unconcious peace
that can open the door
to the visitors
of past, present, future
hoping to remember
what may have been imparted
or even discarded
- some living, some dead
and some never known
but the presence felt
and the emotion intense
piecing together
words said
before the intrusion
of the mounting sun.