December 1985


Late at night I knock

on your window and playfully

sing my song

but you roll over

ignore my music

let sleep abide


In the morn when you awake

you will see that I was there

and though you may have missed me

you will recall my name

as you treasure my flowers

I've grown upon your pane


How to Study the Bible | Photography | Bible Studies

Download a free PDF of all poems on this website

Each New Day A Miracle
All poems copyright Peter Rhebergen
All rights reserved