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Poetry

Sleep

If sleep could touch my cheek,

I would ask for her slender hand

a thousand times.

If sleep did fall upon me now,

I dare not wake.

No.

I dare…not…

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Life

In The Black Of Night

I’m sitting by the fire in the black of the night.

The sun shines on the other side of the world and yet here my mind is, alive without it, wondering when sleep will call for me again. My nose is cold. I’m wondering how I might fix that, too.

When the night wakes me, I lay in bed for the longest time, quite clear about the world inside of me. It’s a mystery, isn’t it, that the answers we seek in the light of the day seem somehow more visible in the dark (the actual dark).

Perhaps this awake time is good for me. A gift of energetic privacy: a land of alone, where there is no one but me to answer to, no societal rules to burden me, no expectations to snuggle in with them.

All there is in the dark of night is me, and the fire, and the moon.

I am soothed by the quiet of that.

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Life

The Night

Sometimes, the night wakes me.

When the night wakes me I lie in bed and march through life in my mind, smiling at all the lovely things, frowning at all the things I wish the day had kept to itself.

I don’t know why the night chooses me as its ‘sometimes companion’. Perhaps it knows that I will always give it a chance to speak its mind.

Perhaps it thinks that I might like to speak my mind with it.

Which I would, of course;

If only the night called itself ‘the day’ and wore the sun bright and warm in its sky.

Then I’d be happy to share my life with it.

Then I’d be happy for the night to wake me.

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The Darling Blog Of May

Darling Day 23. Sweet Dreams

Early morning is the time for darling dreams, wouldn’t you agree?

When the sun creeps into the day…

But the only ones who know it’s there are the flowers.

And the soul-destroying roosters.

(Uhem. I mean, the darling roosters. Of course.)

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The last few mornings have gifted me many a darling scenario.

A date with Leonardo on the set of his latest movie (whatever that might be).

A cheeky, free gym session (they really should have been paying ME.)

And a cute and fluffy Maltese-Shih tzu, who was very nearly my new housemate.

Until he so, so, absolutely wasn’t.

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What will tomorrow morning bring, I wonder.

I almost can’t handle the suspense.

Perhaps I could choose?

If miracles have touched this glowing universe of ours before…

Who’s to say I won’t play the lucky hand next time ’round?

What If I wished for it?

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A dream to make the whites of my eyes shine until the sun falls.

A dream to beat all dreams.

A dream to whisper me the ancient secrets of the universe.

I could do that, right? Wish a dream to life?

Wish a dream come true?

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You know what? I’m going to try. I’m going to close my eyes and take a breath.

Fill myself with all the light of the world and…

Dream.

Of all the lovely things, of all the darling things.

So, without further ado—goodnight, my friends.

May the new day catch a dream for you, too.

And tomorrow…let us compare notes!

Lots of love,

xx Brooke

The darling blog of May