The Scent of the Night
~Anjo passante
I sit outside in my swing for a while
And smell the scent of the night.
It’s dark, so dark, I can not see
So I look up to the twinkling sky.
I close my eyes in gratitude
For the limitless space out there;
Realizing again just how familiar it is -
Boundless possibilities and freedom therein.
Gently, yet deeply, I inhale and smell
The wonderful scent of the night.
It heightens my senses, I become aware
Of the fathomless, vast space inside.
My soul is housed in this earthbound body
Yet bound my soul will never be.
I am free to recall, I am free to imagine
Thus, I live my life just as I want it to be.
~Viola Jaynes
May 2009
