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.