Counting broomsticks in the corner 12 stones in circles
waiting on day break
lips touched
light shifted and makes swift actions to my pillow
naked arms and legs
adrift in some endless sea of comfort zones
lazed eyed rested on hands
summer cold
winter a blaze in unrest
smoke lift and hovered in clouds over head
flames kept alive by single unrest
strong is hope for the next day and time
knelt before god and praised
next stop eternity
but there are tides to pay
