The Jasmine Flowers

The night sails in silence
My mind drifts far away
A fragrance known trails along
On a journey to a place I belong.

The moon slides
And the clock chimes
A faint humming wafted and swayed
My child here sleeps quilted in Brocade.

Now I will leave the fragrance here
For you will know I am always around
Mornings will come, sure and stay
And I will watch from far away.