The late hour
is like a flower
unfurling and revealing
thoughts obscured
blurred by the blinding
sunshine and the hustle
and bustle of the day
sending them scattering
like seeds over a fertile field
to sprout under the stars
taking root in my restless brain
Dawn has arrived across
the ocean on your island
By now you’ve awakened
perhaps went for a run in the park
before breakfast as you mused
on another beautiful morning
while here but for the moon’s
platinum glow over the garden
outside my window all is still dark
and I should be sleeping