may sarton:

Bliss 

In the middle of the night,

My bedroom washed in moonlight

And outside

The faint hush-hushing

Of an ebbing tide,

I see Venus

Close to

The waning moon.

I hear the bubbling hoot

Of a playful owl.

Pierrot's purrs

Ripple under my hand,

And all this is bathed

In the scent of roses

By my bed

Where there are always

Books and flowers.

In the middle of the night

The bliss of being alive!