Lynda Sleeps

Her drowsy breathing
when she sleeps
calls to worship
outside our bedroom
window screen,
fireflies on a summer evening.
Amply enthusiastic
to bring luminous praises
in honor of this slumbering
Goddess,
yellow glowing prayers.
Each one is answered
when she exhales.
I drift off dreamily
beside her,
keeper of the temple
blessed as I am
in her nightly presence.