nights can be long
when I ride the nights ragged hours like wild stallion
when my loneliness rages with ruthless, restless, too warm turning
when heaven is that smudge of light seen beside the farthest star
when sleep is torn from my thirsty grasp
and I am left without an inch of satisfaction from the feathers beneath my head
when I open my eyes to the same shade of black I see with them tightly closed
then I embrace the disappearance of my desire to conform
my self is borderless at 3 am
my pretensions dissolve into the inky night sky
I surrender to my deepest held grief
as well as to my highest, broadest hope
as I swim to the other end of the bed
to cooler pastures
I visit the sheep
living down there among the stuff
I listen as they recite the 23rd Psalm
to reassure me as I nervously enter that strange world
I hear all the mid-night sounds from this new dimension
as my mind takes on the shape of new perspective
alert to this unusual adventure
I cry a little
laugh a little
think about the glory of love
the world turns on its axis
I breath free
I fly home
💞
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 