A good ally is someone who knows
the secrets of a heart.
Knows to listen, knows to speak
and knows to hold your hand.
My insomnia is an ally sometimes
and a betraying friend at other times.
When I am with you, we stay up all night
and welcome the dawn.
But when I am alone and you are not here,
I can’t sleep all night, and the dawn mocks me.
Praise God for these two insomnias
and the difference between them. ©
The dahlias this year are growing wild in the garden. Pretty, no?