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
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