I like it at night,
Pacing through the house,
Just my thoughts and me,
Quiet like a mouse.
Cleaning up the messes,
Putting away the day,
Reflecting on each hour,
Resetting the sun’s play.
I light a candle or two,
Letting shadows softly dance,
The flickering glow reminds me
That darkness still has chance.
I sip water from my cup,
Feeling gratitude’s gentle weight,
Thankful for these silent hours
Before tomorrow awakes.
Sometimes I’ll play music,
Maybe I’ll softly sing,
This quiet time with the Universe,
Planning intentions I hope she’ll bring.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
I like it at night,
Pacing through the house,
Just my thoughts and me,
Quiet like a mouse.
Cleaning up the messes,
Putting away the day,
Reflecting on each hour,
Resetting the sun’s play.
I light a candle or two,
Letting shadows softly dance,
The flickering glow reminds me
That darkness still has chance.
I sip water from my cup,
Feeling gratitude’s gentle weight,
Thankful for these silent hours
Before tomorrow awakes.
Sometimes I’ll play music,
Maybe I’ll softly sing,
This quiet time with the Universe,
Planning intentions I hope she’ll bring.
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