I can’t sleep
But I am grateful, for this
Vase of roses
Hung up on my wall
It fits perfectly hanging
Midst the books and the notes
As a gate leading somewhere
With a long line of boats
Sliding quiet through water
Shh- the queen is a sleep
As the picture is taking its form
Take the path to your right
Then your left
Then above
You’ll arrive at the junction of time.
Through the corridor pacing
And whole-heartedly embracing
What it is that you are for the world
Now it’s raining again
Steady shower from heaven
The clock ticks and you enter the scene
As you stand in the rain
Water streams down the paved
street and cars pass you by
On the bridge.