down
upon the pillow,
a nice surprise
enfolds me,
as loving arms, warm heart
and fresh eyes.
I lay upon my pillow
and the ice melts,
and the candle flickers
and the long hot day
disappears.
I dream of nights
with birds of coolness,
glowing embers from the fire,
and mistletoe.
a light shines from across a distant valley
glimpsing and changing
like a long lost message.
Oh could I find my way,
in this parade.
All around I look
but caring remains,
and I fold up my easel,
for a new day is breaking
on the sands of my time.