The day ends And with its ending Comes preparation for a new dawn It’s time to clean away the remains of toil Time to brush teeth, shower, comb hair Make ready for sleep Time for a glass of milk, pyjamas And a soft bed Time, too, to remove the remaining strain With prayer and meditation…
They wait and they watch The twilight people In the liminal space Between awake and asleep Their eyes stare always Sometimes they come close Sometimes from a distance They never speak Sometimes they are men, sometimes women Dogs or cats, lions or wolves Sometimes they are only eyes Eyes that never blink They are waiting…
What do crickets sing about stories of moon and earth and growing things Music of birth and death The dance of life and all the joy it brings Crickets rise at dusk Their road is under stars and through the cooling breeze Cricket song lulls us to blissful sleep Their day is night We dream…
Lying in bed eyes firmly closed Deliberate relaxation in every limb There will be sleep The night wears on Wind in the trees never sounded so loud A bin falls over with a clatter A dog barks A lone car drives past The house creaks While thoughts are steadfastly repressed That beg and plead for…
Giving me a yodel at 3am Furry fellow purrs and calls ‘Your attention please! Food is required!’ I shut him out of the bedroom. Early rising neighbours Out with the little ones Run and shout up and down the yard I was not intending to wake this early! Someone wants to mow their lawn, trim…
Endlessly circling the point of no return Conjure up happy thoughts Sunshine and flowers But bad times stick, glue-like To the night hours Sleep time is sleepless time As dark fears call to you Staring at the black hole Gaping wide to welcome you You pass the event horizon And spiral in Forever
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