Night

I lie on my back

Staring into the impenetrable darkness

The stillness of the night

Enveloped by the peace of silence

Only broken by the distant chirp of a cricket

A bark of a stray dog

Momentarily interrupts 

My thoughts

But the stubbornness of my thoughts are not deflected.

As I stare into the nothingness of the darkness

You keep detaining my thoughts

I wonder what you are presently doing

I wonder if I can hold your hand from a distance

I wonder how in cruel world

You maintain your smile and laughter.

As my thoughts drill deeper

I can only say

You are God's beautiful creation

Selah

The You

I lay in bed last night,

With a silly grin on my face,

Missing you and smiling at the last laugh we had.

As I faded off to sleep I couldn't wait to wake,

Be ause I knew I would find a love surprise from you.

Your gentle heart and your warm voice,

Have become my latest indulgence,

As I wander through your beautiful mind,

Holding your hand, as you weave your tales of your loves and losses.

I love the you I have heard about.... I love the you I imagined you would be....

But most of all,

I love the you that is here, now

Last Night

Last night

Sleep deluded me

I tossed and turned

I threw in the towel

I accepted that sleep would not be my nocturnal companion

I stepped out into my balcony

What a beautiful night it was.

The moon was in its full splendour

Mars was suspended

Just beneath the moon

Jupiter dominated the middle sky

What a beautiful universe.

I then thought  of you

I admired your beauty

I thought of our friendship

What a beauty it is.

I dosed off only to be awakened by the cold biting wind.

What a beautiful night it was

Hoppo Cee.

This Time

I know I am leaving,

But I feel I haven't been here in a long time...

Just last week you tweaked things up a bit

Like you always do

Just when I am resolved

And my my silly heart began to hope ...

And then this morning it was there .. 

That restless look in your eyes ...

Here we go again...

On your merry go round...

It's getting clearer,

This thing I must do

Because this side of forty

Makes me fond of choices

Leaves me with less foibles

And one day soon

You will not keep me up again