At the end of the day

when silence descends

I am filled with happiness

for no known reason.

At the end of the day

when solitude arrives

I am filled with peace 

for no known reason.

Happiness flutters under my eyelids,

peace infuses my resting body.

My mind is soft as cotton,

the travails of the day vanish into the stars.

At the end of the day

I am a weary traveler released into the sweetness of the night,

I am a glowing ember falling into the land of dreams,

I am a quiet bird composing a song for the morning light.