Sometimes it comes on a whisper or in the droplets of the morning dew. It lies behind the fog of a late rainy night.
I have even found it among the silence of the dead as I strolled along admiring the stillness and quiet that Thanatos has brought to many.
Or maybe you’ve seen it clasped between a cat’s paw or have seen it in the gaze of two lovers.
Or felt it between your thighs.
Has it come to you in the middle of the night shaking you from the stillness of Hypnos’ arms?
Did Morpheus bring you someone tall and handsome, a woman beautiful and virtuous?
Did he bring a nightmare from which a great tale of creatures and warriors were birth? Have you stood and conversed with Nyx; has she spoken to you too? Blessed you with imagination only the gems of a dark sky can bring?
Perhaps, at work when the boss isn’t around, and you sneak in a line or two in between the open reports blinking bright on your computer screen.
Have you ever truly found it? How has it come to you?