As They Slumber

When all is dark 
and silent
I mean to say
When the world is asleep
I creak up stairs to
peek out the window
and view this which others
are unaware
The boats moored in 
a campsite of refuge
Water Like glass
enabling their peace
The calm of night
deep night
not too far from sunrise
All that is heard
is the tweet of a distant bird
Lights illuminate entryways
but those beyond doorways 
ignorant of my 
I wonder what dreams 
flourish in those sleeping minds
as my breathing 
falls muted
and my eyes unable to
close tight
to stargaze
against my tattered pillow.


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