My Best Time Of Day

I like bedtime when my eyes fall drowsily like warm honey

I like to feel the bed sheets, clean and crisp

Underneath my limbs as I drift off into sleep

Fresh as a deep breath on a sharp winter’s day

This is the safety I have created – a wish slowly coming true

Up and over the soil, tender shoots of green and white

Waiting to bloom like a blush – pink and purple

I am learning to relish the twilight hours

When all is asleep and I have the freedom to be

I feel gravity, the skies, if I am lucky the moon

Increasingly, time rolls along quickly

But it does not feel like a runaway train – set on a dangerous path

Perhaps making the best of each hour naturally leads into a comfortable bedtime

Some days dreams will work, others they will struggle

But all is meant to be – and that is the best feeling to understand.