The Small Hours

[Lincolnshirelass]

Small hours, misnomer of misnomers,
hours that seem to be unending,
hours of half-imagined traumas,

Or half-real ones. Time extending,
stalling, halting, seems to lock
playing with our senses, rending

it forever three o'clock,
all is moving in slow motion,
as if nothing can unblock

a blind alley, and the notion
of the day that lies ahead
rouses such a strange emotion ....

for, sometimes, these hours have led,
to odd calm and liberation
from things done, undone, said, unsaid ...

I would not call it contemplation,
nor perspective, yet some calm
harbour, some secluded station,

somewhere I can't come to harm
makes the small hours worth enduring,
and bitterness is turned to balm

For I have found the small hours mooring,
and it, somehow, is reassuring.

[laperr2922]

Pretty deep pome, I have to to Say that you have a way with words. I love the way the words flowed. Very Nice work ?