I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!

And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe.

Cold in grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see,
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me

When small and simple steps I take
I reach my destination
When focused acts I daily make
I reach my wealthy station

Today I’ll live a perfect day
I’ll create and give and build
With small specific forward steps
My heart and soul are filled

When every single hour I move
Further on my chosen way
Success builds incrementally
Perfect day to perfect day

the clock
tick tocks
in golden variables
every hour malleable
every minute ductile
every second savored
while we are juvenile

I am
in Eden
a mother's
brother but
this chunnel
is surf
London would
scarf to
the sands
therein dawn
as their
bridge was
to cross
the air
with Tim
where in
Times Square

Why does the moon hum a warm tint
in the darkest, coldest, empty night?

The frosty walk home is lonelier with its glow.
I am devoured by the cold and the lack of sound.

My exhale, like a ghost, tries to find a way home also.