There is a certain/inner stillness that comes with/being up all night.
Watch the sun crest the/horizon, rest its weary/crown upon the hills
As those around you/rest their souls upon pillows/made of sensual
Moonlight, stars, and dew/while steaming cups of coffee/flow endlessly through
Valleys of blanket/forts and other dreaming de/vices. Blink, and see
That your ideas and/notions of peace are within/the grasp of even
The smallest child./Begin your sojourn through your/lovely gasping soul.
Enjoy the act of/being alive, the art of/breathing in and out.