Living alone, there’s not much to keep me awake,
Sleeping with only moonlight
Shining on my grandmother’s antique quilt.
I hear Spirit dog’s quiet breathing,
Unless she has disturbing dreams.
True, there are occasions when sounds of distant train
Whistles through windows facing east,
Or house creaks against the wind,
Branches fall upon the roof in storms….
Disrupt my peaceful sleep.
There are times I leave my bed
Cold moonlight still dominant
As it rests quivering over hills beyond the lake.
Do you love your life, even when
Restless spirits visit in the night?
Can you sense a space withdrawing….
Opening, watching through the night
Perhaps four feet above your sleep?
Voices whisper, singing of the evening—
Hymns of love transforming fear to deeper peace.
Sometimes I wake crying as a child,
Uneasy with desire, reaching out to touch,
Wanting every question answered
As though the sky at night could hold
Such bright affirmations before the morning comes.