The ragged window shade is slowing drawing,
It is the time to reflect and repose upon the day,
To lie back and sip upon a sweet taste of honey,
Steeming in a round cup with some herbal tea.

A sagging sun is sinking in the western skies,
The dog is snoring softly on the crumbling bed,
A cat steals softly across the carpet purring so,
All is finally falling into place and there's peace.

Perhaps, there will be a biscuit or two available,
With some peanut butter spread gently across,
The whispering wind blows through the curtains,
Speaking sweetly bringing the refreshing night air,
Reminding me of some misty, forgotten loved ones.

My soul is singing gently and swaying in my head,
A lit lamp flickers as if to send a constant reminder,
There's a time for the wake and a equal time for sleep,
As my heavy head drops ever so down onto my pillow.