For the thousandth time that night
I asked myself, why me.
And there was no answer,
The silence of the night remained unbroken,
The wind did not whisper,
Nor the trees speak.

As the dawn broke,
The blue-grey, streaked in pink and gold,
Reflected in the shimmering dew drops 
Touching the faded greens
Of my winter garden,
And my senses drank in
The beauty 
Of a morning 
Stirring to life,
Spoons tinkling,
The rustle of printed news,
The aroma of filtered coffee,
The hurtful silence
Of the night
Shattered to a million pieces,
Each whispering 
In sudden, unexplained ecstasy,
……….Because.