When night falls,
And breathes its scented shadow ‘cross the land,
‘Tis then I lay,
And turning thoughts within my mind,
Decide the outcome of the day.
Solutions sought
Pass slowly through the stillness of the night,
Then fly . . . . !
Like morning shadows,
Rude-awakened by the light.
Sleep comes,
All conscious thought takes wing,
‘Tween bouts of sleep . .
Low-whispered words . .
And following . . .
arrives the dawn
. . the herald's call . .
to start another day.
I rise from peaceful slumber,
. . . peaceful Heaven
where I lay.