Those last moments just before we go to sleep are at times so very special.
It is once again the lonely hour when idle thoughts fall,
as raindrops do.
My computer is off and the house is quiet. I stop, this day
is through.
Sketches, bits and pieces of the day now done, cascade
and come to rest.
A moment here an obstacle overcome, simple laughter, an hour
I loved the best.
My eyes grow heavy and I feel the gradual slowing of my breath
and heart.
A simple smile comes in knowing the morning lies waiting
for a new day to start.
I lay her not wanting for sleep, trying to overcome the child
who lives inside.
Yet I am tired and I will succumb to sleep's softness the place
where I can hide.