Poet Meditating

I am lying on floor Meditating, pen in my hand Many thoughts, just breathing Counting breaths I embrace it all with serenity Wine in glass I'm spacing Mind a glazing Writing to you I will write, again, again I never stop writing Until, I can find words to touch you And until then, I will write Carefully and slowly The world has yet to awake I unfold myself from inside Morning quiet, alone, and in hiding