Good Night
Day now past, duties done as best I may,
the rest to be left for another day.
With TV off all is quiet. No one rings.
So with all closed down this precious time brings
thoughts and ideas emerging from the dark
corners of my mind. It is time to park
creative themes. And so I make upstairs
to bath and bed, from where float more ideas.
Rubbing down I jot what might be forgot.
Cleared, cleansed for rest and letting go a lot
through dreams, I sense my back relax, eyes glaze,
the book drops. I entrust myself to day's
close – dark shelter of the Creator's womb
where life gestates. Rising I will resume.
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