Reclining in the cold dark night, alert for sons of Perseids

Flashes of light – a brief instant in time

I await each arrival, shivering,

Unwilling to miss a single one

Doggedly scanning for the next flash – a searing trail of space dust.

While the world around me sleeps

I breathe in the quiet

Relax in the dark

And listen.

Listen

For the whispers of the Inner Self,

Reflected in the expansiveness of the silent night

Billions upon billions of stars,

Reflecting our eternal light.

A warm breeze caresses my cheek,

How strange amid temperatures so bleak.

It should be coldest before the dawn.

Answers evade me, time to sleep.

Good night good night,

My thanks for your restoring light.

– by SM Scott