Night

Tonight

My companions are

The wind

The whispering stream

And the stars.

And when

The owls, the cats, the birds 

Fall silent

All that can be heard

Is

The wind rushing

Like a tide through the trees

The stream hushing

On its way to the sea.

And glancing down

Praps the wind sees the stream 

A reflection

Of sorts

As if seen in a dream.

Both the air and the water

At the beck and the call 

Of the sea

And above them

Orion shines

And peers down at me

A reflection

Of sorts

As if seen through a dream

Of somewhere I'm going

And somewhere I've been.