cool nights and soft cushions

The umber glow of incandescent glass and a lamp shade are so perfectly paired together that I cannot help but smile to myself in the soft warm light.

Here,

alone in my thoughts

wrapped ever so comfortably in a blanket.

I am so secluded and yet there is such an intimacy here. My place is set and my seat on my favorite couch is warm from my lengthy stay.

My personal intimacy with all that is nocturnal, all that is quiet, all that is soft and cool and warm. The night whispers in my ears, "You are sooooo loved" and embraces me.

Holds me tighter with each passing moment.

It's so quiet here

Even my breathing disturbs the peace.

The windows are fully open and yet there is no breeze,

no slight quivering of the blinds, not even a rustle is sensed in the stillness.

In the quiet the night is speaking

of safety and sleeping loved ones you know are well and dreaming

The Earth is so quiet you can feel the grassy soil and mossy moistness glistening with newly rested dew and potential energy awaiting a familiar cue from first light.

and the shadows,

oh the shadows, how they dance

as angels do in secret places.

They are soft and nimble and full of vibrant energy

In the contrasting copper casts of a foggy corner street light they meander in the same grass the soles of my feet had caressed but days ago.

Oh how sweet their hues of blues and sweet serene sensations of life unconscious and perfectly still.

I want to dance with them

My loving, Luna sings to me about how every night used to feel just like this one and the shrowded side of nature convened in silence just to enjoy the peace

She feeds me bliss and as my lips curl around it's goodness it all melts

as coolly darkened as the shadows outside my window  still soundlessly dancing.

I hear the sounds of passerby vehicles on wet roads and wonder why they stay suspended in wakefulness like me

the night whispers lullabies in languages unbeknownst to me and more powerful and potent than any good mix from a medicine man.

and my soft bed calls to me also as my eyes begin their decent

my sheets and blankets waiting for me in the same hues of blacks and blues as the shadows i see

my night

my intimacy

and my thoughts

once coursing... now lull

and ebb...and flow

and...

and...and...

my prayers go out and

the night goes away

then birds and

wakefulness soon and

my intimacy...

good morning... goodnight