I am lying on floor Meditating, pen in my hand Many thoughts, just breathing Counting breaths I embrace it all with serenity Wine in glass I'm spacing, Mind a glazing Writing to you I will write Again, again and again I never stop writing Until, I can find words to touch you And until then I will write Carefully and slowly The world has yet to awake While, I unfold myself from inside Morning quiet, alone, and in hiding © daniel miltz