Mystery Surrounds

Mystery surrounds the early morning hours. Coffee or brandy, or both. Most are rousing to begin their day. Am I ending mine or just starting? Still dark out, as cold smoke rings lightly dance around my mind. Thousands of midnight prayers rise to meet my creator. Oh hear them now my sweet Lord. Create a new creature in me, one of thy will and image. Mine words cross my brain, but never my lips. Left mute for only you and I.