Sleepy times

        Strive strive as I may but the aches of rain draw me
under the sincerity of warm covers. Holding me close
in a nest of darkness.

       So calmly the soul falls into a rhythm of even, hollow
breaths. Slowly hoping the echoing rumbles cease inside
the mind.

       Still I hear the roaring of my heart beat. Thundering
loudly inside my ears. Oh gently I place cotton balls
inside to silence all but the whispers of wind upon my
green pillowcase.

       Slowly the eyes jerk to awake then sleep and back
again. Trying so hard to keep alert yet the fiery need to
sleep begs the core of throbbing to halt. Ending the
want of everything but dreams.

      Oh here I go. Soft coppery curls decorate bare
shoulders and caress my pillows. Softly I pray and smile
inside the hopes. A caring dream of loved ones to
enter and entertain.

     The limbs curled to the point of a tightly woven ball.
So warmly I hug my knees towards my chin. Tucking my face
into the coolness of my sheet.

     Oh I hoped to hear from some. Yet the night has
been most odd so clarity of distance has its benefits.

     Now I exhale one more lasting sigh. Feeling the
layers of tension exit. One more time I belt out the
ever growing ache and then my eyes close.

    Good night my dear friend. Perhaps in the early
morning darkness I will feel less strumming and more
sensational warmth.

     Indeed the joy of a new day. So smile for me as I
fall into the depths of sleep to dream.