Sleeping Out

Lay my bed in soft dry grass,
On the dependable earth.
Make my blankets reassuring lambswool,
And my sheets, sun-kissed cotton.
My bedroom, a hill-top,
And my window the star-filled skies.
Let me hear the sweet music of the breeze,
As it plays 'piano' on the leaves,
With the accompaniment of nocturnal animals,
Rustling about their business unobserved.
Let the fresh wholesome scents of air and earth,
Waft gently into my olfactory recesses,
And lull me into rejuvenating sleep,
'Neath the trustworthy radiance of the moon.
Let me lie unmolested,
By any troubles of mind or spirit,
But go in and out of restful dreams.
Until the coolness of the predawn awakens me,
And I may greet the day.

Night Noises

9:40 pm
Matthew blogs.
Tink, tink, tink.
Kitchen clock,
Tick, tick, tocks.
Attracted by the luminosity,
Christmas beetles,
 Buzz, bang.
And intermittently,
Tap, tap, buzz, buzz, tap,
The blackened windows.
A bubble escapes the air lock,
From our fermenting currant wine,
Blop.........blop.
Fluorescent light overhead,
Subtly screams high pitched,
In unison with the low whirring of the fridge,
And my mid range tinnitus.