the Blue Moonlight has Shone itself upon my Window,
There is light in the Building,
This Moment right Here,
and there are Flowers growing in the Place of where Lamps on Wallpaper should be,
Flowers: growing, morphing, unravelling, blooming,
Flowers flowing like Confetti,
Blossoms, pink and soft – white,
As if there is a Birth.
There is a Cot,
A Calm blue in the atmosphere,
The Sky can be tasted,
Its sweet, its soft, its kind,
its Suprised,
its suprised because there is Beauty here,
There is Worship, and Prayer here,
there is Hope Here.
This is Hope here,