wake of night

in the wake of night
I gather my days journey

assemble the thoughts

inspired by what my eyes

did see and the sounds

that harmonized with the sun

and winds song 

as I close my eyes

to sleep to sleep

fill them with

my hearts desires

of those who touched

my soul to keep

to dream to dream

and when I awaken

to the mornings call

of millions of gold sunrises

reflecting off the dew

my beginning

of the new day

is filled with wonderings

of my dreams in that

pot at rainbows end

I shall sit still

and in my ears

I will heed the rustling tree,

my eyes shall see the bird, the figurines

made from clouds swimming in the

azure sky and I shall feel

the wind upon my brow

so upon another wake of night

shall be readied

to sleep to sleep

to dream to dream