Thoughts in the Night

Does everyone have occasional strange thoughts in the night? Is the mind just wandering, out for a stroll before it rests? Is it the dark that allows thoughts to float along any which way in the void, untethered? Searching, perhaps, for a safe harbor to let down its anchor, to rest. Or is it a dress rehearsal for the flight of dreams to come? Whatever it might be, I’m hoping that somewhere in my internal cosmos I’ll find you waiting there for me tonight, and every night thereafter.