A stranger in the night
Not to rob but to laden with riches
Grasped by the nape of a loving mother
Fruitless fears and fantasies
Rushed out the open side windows
A vortex of calm air followed
Trembling took me into greater excitement of the unknown
The floor of my home started to slant from safety to askewness
I knew where I was yet I did not
The stranger's presence shifted the contents of the dormant cellar
It cleansed the floors
It polished the windows
The fragrance was unimaginably sweet
I was lost
I was richly laden
I woke, not from a dream
but into the wonders of love and joy
and the oneness of strangers in the night
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