Early Summer Night

I lay awake dressed for day
but to work the hours of night
the sound of heavy subdued breath
a dangerous but soothing sound to my ears

to refresh, I go out to the garden
greeted by sweet smells of summer day
the sweet summer breeze brings joy to my naze
the sound of sleeping seas from the grand oak above.

the last birds and mammals sleep,
as darknesses quilts the sky
back inside my coffee beckons hot
my mind ablaze with plans and ponders

bed springs moan under heavy sleep
rustling quilts and readjusting pillows
breathing now heavy and subdued,
8hours I remind myself, eyes get heavy.

8 hours til i can feel the cold pillows sweet embrace
til i can feel the sweet smelling condolance of a cotton hug,
8hours til my plans and ponders are filed away
til my eyes behind closed doors dance a happy REM.

I wish those 8 Hours would come quickly, before dried eyes and a loosened neck fall into the hands of sleeps temptuous grasp.