Tucked up in bed at an early hour
I’ve run out of steam, have no power
Draw the curtains, turn off the light
A marathon sleep lies ahead tonight.
Listening to my body, lying low
Meditating, breathing slow
An afternoon on the trot has me worn out
On an art expedtion, we headed south.
We travelled by Luas to the end of the line
The rain held off, the weather was fine
Travelling home I began to fade
Thinking of my bed, so cozily made.
Now here I lie, feeling so grateful
Cozy & warm, alone & peaceful
Time for some shuteye, to rest & recover
Slip into slumber for dreams to discover.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 