The surrounding night
wraps itself around my sleeping senses,
and awakens them.
Sitting on the edge of the bed,
I stare out the window
into the deep velvety darkness.
In the other room my sister sleeps —
Sleeping the sleep of a soul
preparing for life after death.
I notice a small glow out back by the trees,
then another, flashing on and off.
I watch their waltz in the night,
against the dark trees, by the garden,
making a halo around the house.
My sister’s light
And finally I sleep.
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2007
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