Mysterious sleep is a favourite theme

Night

It is night once more

Lights out everywhere

From my window I viewed the lake

which overlooked the water below

the reflected moon stared back

shimmering when a fish rose up

a faint sound of its splashing

then a cloud swept it all away

only the blackness of night

a scent of white lilies below

lent a funereal aspect

I retired to surrender once more

we all need sleep even though

it is a little taste of death

but we are seldom mindful

of its daily occurrence

and significance and mystery

with all its familiarity

in our ignorance

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