Friday, March 14, 2008

Late again

The zooming of a late train
welcomes my sleep tonight.

I get closer,
nesting in your comforting warmth.
Sleep well amore.

I know It’s late.
Much too late,
and my head is spinning,

Disconnected thoughts,
and an undefined sense of gratitude.

I battle my monsters,
while you lay next to me.

Sleep well amore,
see you in the morning.