NIGHT CALLS

NIGHT CALLS Firesides familiar creaking lulling moan, Impinges distantly on quiet sleep, In dulcet sweetness, harmonics of home Within our sensitivities do peep. Upon the Hearthstone of our quietude Our senses bathe, a muffled resonance Of muted soundings noiselessly intrude Half silently, and playfully do dance. Veiled pattering upon our mindfulness Cannot our dwindling consciousness bestir, Whisperings of murmured sounds do press, Becalming our suspended sea of care. Motionless and distantly we merge With homestead's calls, luringly to sleep, Our half-light of awareness’s converge In misty softness on our mental deep. Evening's freedom from each taxing day Cocoons in blessed unreality, Day's humming droning, tranquilized in gray