wake-up to words

Up late night, mind already spinning.
Makes me wonder what goes on while I'm sleeping.

2 AM
thoughts spin through dark
leaving me searching for words
colliding in air

A morning ritual, looking up at the last of the night....

visitor
a shooting star shines
sailing across the horizon
right up to my door

I feel a gift has been given me,
each I look up and see a shooting star.
And I do see one, almost every time.
A wealth of starlight.