Heidi Mordhorst

Night is deep in a dark box deep in a cushion of down nestled in tissue tied with ribbons Night is asleep in the dark Night wakes with curious paws wakes in a furry fog wrestles the tissue nibbles the ribbons Night is awake in the dark Night tumbles in velvet directions tumbles along to your bed sniffing your wishes wagging your worries Night is a friend in the dark

Oh, how the wind howls, howls the blossoms from the boughs; Oh how the boughs bend, bend and willow to the ground; Oh, how the ground wells, wells with blossoms blown to hills; Oh, how the hills sound, sound a whisper pink and loud.