4 A.M (and I wish)

I stood outside at 4 A.M this morning.

How could I not love this beautiful world?

A sky deep blue, perhaps mauve,

its endless velour roof, was sparkling with stars.

In the early hours of this morning,

there was a display, of celestial extravagance,

parading in the moonlight.

A train was rattling on the tracks,

five miles away or more.

A lone dog was barking, an early riser,

a bird was calling, it had left its nest already,

and me, I was outside mine, listening.

The frost was sharp and keen, a lace blanket

of crystallised dew, urging the blades of grass

to stand upright.

Now I am back inside,

with a hot cocoa by my side.

Wishing that I was hardened to the cold,

that I could sleep under the cold winter sky,

with the grass as my mattress

and the sounds, that I heard, my lullaby.

Relaxation

When heavy lids my eyes do shade

And my dreams fly outward to the sea,

Silver mists, like phantom's wings,

Carry me...then, to my subconcious caves

As night time's benedictions fall...

Across the silent deep of thought

My spirit calls.

Muted then my conscious mind

Shallow my breath, a whispered breeze

An instant heaven that I will find