I walked around the grounds
in the company of monks
and now they've put me up
to spend a quiet night
the stillness of the valley
is itself a kind of music
the moonlight feels more readiant
filtered through the forest
the cliffs of Heaven Gap
tower toward the stars
I sleep among cold clouds
that chill my dampened clothes
the early prayer bell sounds
as I begin to rouse
is my soul awake
so it may match my senses?