Bliss

In the middle of the night,
My bedroom washed in moonlight
And outside
The faint hush-husing
Of an ebbing tide,
I see Venus
Close to
The waning moon.
I hear the bubbling hoot
Of a playful owl.
Pierrot’s purrs
Ripple under my hand,
And all this is bathed
In the scent of roses
By my bed
Where there are always
Books and flowers.

In the middle of the night,
The bliss of being alive!