A Fantasy When Night Meets Morning

All of a sudden, he saw her sitting in the armchair across the room. She was all dressed in white! She smiled at him, a smile filled with hope for the day and softly she started to talk. Her voice was mild and gave the morning warmth.

- I come to you in my rowboat. I have travellod of the sea of nothing. Striving to reach a shore that will mean more  than endless rowing.
My left oar sings the song about the time when I was none doing nothing. The right oar resting and softly mumble something about the time that will come and I will do even less.
The waves was rythmically hitting the rail of the boat!  Creating deep basstunes singing a serenade about the silence. A song about the longing that the silence is.

She looks at him with warm eyes that slowly melt the snowflakes of the cold morning. Her soft voice scares the cold snowflakes away. Her story gives the pale silent morning life!
The still colourless morning breaks into a sparkling mosaic,, that gives the silence a voice!

With a sigh she enter her fragile rowboat.
She smiles and continue her trip in a fragile rowboat of the sea of  nothing.