Under The Stars

There is a warmth,
A solace,
In the quietude...

As I sit back
And watch the day become
What it will become.

My stomach is in poisoned knots still from the bug before,
And I'm resting back,
An occasion once more.

Work was perfect.
As was my seeing it passed through...
A call-in shift; not needed
As much I'd prefer not too...

And it is in that, every small miracle
I meet in many my day..
Waking up once more
Still searching, still searching..
Happy in my home now.
Alone.

Still searching, still searching
But content Dear Love.
Happy in my home now,
Alone.