Before I lay me down to sleep …

Trusted wings swoop low
approaching ashen hills
pale with winter
ice-tipped waves
mould into skyline
perfectly.

I watch, elbows rested
mouth slack jawed
minus temperature
keeping me indoors
but I miss nothing
and see everything.

Crumbling daylight
scatters in spectacular
hues of peach
and violet
creating smudged
rainbows at day’s end.

The night sky
blankets all
in her diamante cloak
the moon swoons
I yawn
in perfect synchronicity.

Perfect prelude
to a dream
as I climb the stairs
wearily
thoughts of flying
fill my mind
I will soar
in sleep, tonight.