Night Comfort

Back-to-back our sleep includes us 

in the dream of spring fresh yellow blooms

consuming daylight muted in the dark.

Night comfort of the incessant birds

singing our hearts out as we join them

with unnamed perfume beyond our mammal selves.

For we were born this way, longing for

the mother to keep us safe with laughter. 

There is no dream in daylight fastened

to our thought, our calendars, our sweet rote

way of thinking, being, treasuring 

a lostness that in recollection seeps in 

and is forgiven, all is forgiven 

within ourselves learning to be young.