Benediction

Slow my heart to the rhythm of days
the sunlight of work and the velvet of sleep.
My days are so short and they number so few
so let me breathe in with the morning
cleanse my soul with the dew.
And let me exhale in a tired happy sigh
in the twilight with cool liquid stars in the sky,
beating out a glad rhythm to a circadian song.

Slow my heart to the rhythm of days
and instead of a fast pulse, beat strong.