Poetry by Rowan Evans

Author’s Note

There seems to be something about four in the morning.

Not because it’s magical in any supernatural sense, but because it’s quiet enough that there’s nowhere left for your thoughts to hide.

I’ve written several poems that begin around that hour, and they all seem to share the same quality: honesty arrives before I have time to edit it.

This poem came from one of those mornings.

I wasn’t trying to write a love poem.

I was trying to understand why certain thoughts become louder when the rest of the world falls silent.

The title, When the Veil Is Thin, can be read a lot of ways. Some people hear something mystical in it. For me, it’s more psychological.

The veil is simply the distance between what I feel and what I’m willing to admit.

During the day, that veil is thick.

By four in the morning…

it becomes almost transparent.

This poem isn’t really about insomnia.

It’s about the moments when the truth finally stops whispering and starts speaking clearly enough that you can no longer pretend not to hear it.

— Rowan Evans

When the Veil Is Thin
Poetry by Rowan Evans

It’s after four AM
and the veil is thin—
I should be asleep
but my mind won’t
cease to speak.

It won’t stop the talk—
I try to write, just anything—
because this is when the truth
seems to sing,
it rings through the ink—

It’s you in every thought—
and I can’t seem to shake
this feeling in my chest.

It’s not a weight, just an ache—
sometimes it keeps me awake.

And I try—I try so hard
to just say the things,
but I bite my tongue
and my mouth snaps shut.

It’s got me screaming—
what the…

Why am I still up?

I’m still awake,
with thoughts I can’t shake.
With dreams just out of reach
of shores I’m longing for—

I just need to be clear.
It’s not the thought
of your hand in mine.

It’s the thought of our time,
together, intertwined—

maybe when dawn breaks
this feeling will ease—
but for now, it lingers,
soft as the moon on my skin.

The veil thins again—
and in the hush before morning,
your name is the only truth
that doesn’t fade.

The sky begins to pale—
and I let the thought of you
carry me into sleep.

Journey into the Hexverse…

[Where Intimacy Begins]
For some, attraction begins with appearance. For others, it begins with conversation. Where Intimacy Begins explores the beauty of curiosity, deep listening, and the quiet connection that forms when two minds truly meet.

[The Life of a Witness Poet]
What does it mean to love someone when the greatest act of care is simply witnessing their life? This poem explores quiet devotion, distance, and the compassionate heart of a witness poet.

[What I’m Trying to Say]
What begins as an exaggerated promise of love slowly strips itself back until only one simple truth remains: real devotion isn’t found in grand gestures—it’s found in consistently showing up.

[Recognizes Home]
A free-verse poem exploring the difference between love as dependency and love as choice. It challenges the idea that love must be need-based, instead centering the quiet strength of choosing someone while still remaining whole on your own.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]