A Pensive Night

The silence of a quiet night,
The full moon overhead
The fragrance of a cup of tea
The siren song of bed
The ticking of the kitchen clock
The flickering TV
The barking of a distant dog
The breeze in that old tree
The water dancing in starlight
The lonely heron’s cry
The evening mist that’s rising up
Into the nighttime sky.
And still I sit here in the dark
And dream of things undone
And sigh for things that will not be
And long for morning’s sun.