The Time Is Now

Would you believe that restful night arrived
When sleep and dreams are so contrived
On indigo dome that hides the comic show
Twinkling stars belie the restless world below

Yet there between the clouds and mist
Are places where daylight gently kissed
Scented flowers blanket undulating hills
And tree filled forests ease all common ills

In those wondrous outdoor quiet posies lay
The soothing breath of spirit for today
No need to seek or ponder why or how
For every dream to start the time is now

Original poem by Lorraine Edgell
Photo by Lorraine Edgell