GIFTS OF NIGHT
Sleep did not bedim my eyes at all
No way into deep sleep could I fall,
I tossed and turned and then arose,
Sat by the window hoping to doze.

The sky was dark, each star bright,
The dying moon gave little light.
The wind wafted in the tall trees
Like the sound of distance seas.

I stood by the window to gaze
At the stars that were ablaze
And a-twinkle with pure light,
Then I saw quite a special sight.

A falling star sparkled across the sky,
Swooping downward as if to die
In some far off place of solitude,
It put me in a contemplative mood.

But then again another star went by,
Then another, I was glad I did not lie
Sleeping, For I would not have seen
A meteor shower in a sleepers dream.

A gift at night when I could not sleep
Will stay in my heart a memory deep,
Another loving gift from a God of love,
Before I slept I heard to coo of a dove.

M Ann Margetson May 5, 2002