The diamonds of the day

One of the things I love most in life,

is getting into bed at night

and drawing the curtains

that are behind our bed.

In the summer,

with the windows open;

I can hear the sounds of the city

settling into sleep.

A voice raised in laughter,

usually someone young

hanging on tightly to all the hopes

and dreams that belonged to the weekend.

A lone dog,

barking.

Cars,

getting quieter and less  by the minute.

As I draw the curtains,

I look for the diamonds.

The diamonds of the day.

I think of all of those who will settle down

in a boxed city for this night,

with a piece of cardboard as their art.

Usually saying,

* homeless, hungry.*

Of those who will sit at an all night vigil at

the bedside of someone they love.

The insomniacs.

For whom,

sleep may never come.

Looking for the diamonds in the day

I feel  a tender hand

reaching out to touch my face

and the whispered  words

* I love you darling, goodnight*

falling  gently on my cheek.

It's then I see those curtains.

To all that lies beyond.


( I've always had a soft spot for the music of John Rutter.
On todays song of the day, the last few bars of this piece make
me shiver. Every time. :)

( A special welcome here to Martin, who read my old blog
and always left sweet as pie comments. Hi Martin, it's good to have
you back. :)