The night is almost over, During which I’ve been awake Unquantifiable wee hours. It’s been a challenge to placate Unrest in ***’ and soul, Think things to do without a wrestle with my all, Discover parts to focus on, Breathe out and in, Shepherding bad thought away from sin.
A challenge to make time rewarding, Night un-worrying with means Intuitively gleaned. By three or four, Night nearly over, One is sure There have been dreams - A second’s worth of night-worked themes. (Perhaps two minutes, maybe three. I’ve patently no memory Unawake, unaware, All simple cognizance not there)
I’ll be ok when morning comes, Stomach craving nutriments. There will be toast, cheese, milky coffee Brought in by hubby With me glad the light took over.
The Night Is Almost Over 9.2.2017 Pure Nakedness; Arlene Corwin