Somewhere in the night
Dreams become elusive
Slipping past the fingers
Lingering only just out of reach.
We tame our tongues
With teas that help us sleep
And yet our minds race
Knocking down reason
Regardless of the seasons
We lay awake on our backs
Staring into the blackened sky.
If it were but a simpler life
Ah, but too simple these idle hands
Would ne’er be truly satisfied
Knowing apart is laying dormant
Would come full circle.
No! But in the darkness
In the creaks and groans
I find the break to pray
Silence beckons these lips
To utter and these ears
To listen…ever seeking
To become more in tune
With His still small voice
Even in such a sleepless night as this.
Before waking
In the hours before waking
the fluttering of the eyes
the creaking home
chattering into the darkness
speaking life into
the deep exhales of slumber
somewhere a dog barks
a car travel weary passes in the street
the light has yet to kiss
the curtains and bend its
warming grace onto eyelids
closed and distant.
In the time before waking
before the dawn
we journey far
and hope in joyous
tomorrows.