in the still of the night

~in the still of the night when i lie to rest and lay my head upon Nature's verdant dress and my diurnal reveries will transform into nocturnal dreams, i wish to feel upon my cheek the kisses of Moon beams while my spirit dances on~

 

 

i am here, still

                                                               

i close mine eyes to try to sleep

but my thoughts run and run

whilst if they must i try to focus

in the present but they always

seem to reflect upon the past

 

then because they do not wish

to rest, to bring dreams of lilies,

daffodils and verdant fields, they

come juxtaposed of faces, smiles

and tears, those from yesteryear

 

is it because they wish to speak

to me once more, letting me know

they’re okay, they’re still present

for my heart and spirit still to touch,

they are with me, are near, are here

 

i wish them well and glad to hear

but my world is still with my loved

ones in the present to hold their

hand, to kiss their cheek and feel

a warm embrace, their arms in mine

 

when i open mine eyes, her face

laying next to mine and she opens

hers, we greet with smiles then our

lips touch gently, she asks ‘did you

sleep well’, i say ‘yes, i am here’

...the light i shine upon you to give you light in the noir of night

does not come from me but it is the light given to me

from our friend the sun and so i share it with you,

it is called 'giving', remember this

 

~waiting to release the music within~

if you wish to send me a joyful greeting, i would appreciate it

before or after these holidays because then i’ll know it’s sincere

and for me not because of the designated days mandated to

celebrate goodness, kindness and caring. there are many days

of the calendar year that these joyful expressions are appreciated

because of their spontaneous sincerity.

like a piano that sits alone in an empty room that no one knows

it’s there waiting for someone to tickle its ebonies and ivories to

let the music out that it stores within, wanting to express and sharei

ts jubilant music. the baby grand sits there alone waiting for someone

to walk by and spontaneously play the music it awaits to release. 

 ~the eye of heaven watches o'er all

whether it be a flower or a tree,

a bird or a bee, whether a wolf or an eagle,

a dolphin at sea, and yes it watches

o'er all even you and me~