If at the end of a long weary day.
You escape to the garden for a few precious moments,
Moments of peace that the day wouldn't spare,
Its demands never ending, as time slips away,
With your body aching, your mind in disarray
You collapse in the comfort of the old wicker chair.
Your eyes closed, you let out a deep deep sigh
Sinking into the cushions, you let yourself go
And slip into oblivion in the blink of an eye.
You waken as a cool breeze blows over your face,
The daylight has gone and darkness descended.
You look up at the sky, it's a blank empty space.
You're back in the moment, this time, this place.
Then you see the first evening star
And in the blink of an eye, another, then another,
And you know that you would not the only one out there
Watching the stars in the sky, winking at each other,
Refreshed, you go back to your chores and prepare for tomorrow.
Catherine Fair 12/11/07