Above the house stars bend round
the sky’s great vault. Mist slips slowly
across the yard, and the world turns still.
No sound but breath’s gentle sigh,
we curl inside a nest of covers,
sink into a quilt of calm.
Out past the rolling hills, the sea
stretches to meet heaven’s infinite
depths. Quietly, we slip into sleep—
drift inside the cosmos’s great ring,
trusting we’ll be carried into morning
as if that journey were no mystery at all.
— from Juniper Volume 6, Issue 3