Sleepless

They speak with rhythm as night bathes them. The heart beak of night is as familiar as the stars themselves.  the breeze floats the unmistakable smell of rain and delivers a calming peace. The smells and sounds hover about me as I lay in bed. The open window sees to that. Listening to the creatures sing memories swirl mixing with thought.  The chirping is the heart of the night, the wind is its breath. The night is alive so now I sleep.