Bedtime Buddha. (Revised).

I have a Buddha on my bed.

A triple coloured Buddha 

On the coverlet of my bed.

When I toss and turn at night

He ripples like the sea.

When I lie stone still in dreams

He counts his breathing imperceptibly

So I rarely sense his presence when I wake.

I have a Buddha on my bed.

A black and red and purple Buddha on my bed.

Now that I live alone he is the only guard I have

To tuck me in at bedtime,

To keep an open eye when burglars prowl at ease;

While walk the Dead.

I have a Buddha on my bed.

A friendly Buddha sewn with coloured thread.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

19th. April 2023.