Night Garden

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