When all is done and evening here,
I sit by the fire and read King Lear,
Or, if some lovely person comes along,
Then let the games begin in song.

I stretch my aching body prone,
My mind to wonder in the twilight zone,
Or, if I smell something delicious and near,
I'll ring you up for some conversation my dear.

The crackling embers now  sound and glow,
At peace my spirit, oh, yes I know,
And Shakespeare makes my head to tumble,
My words begin to slur and then I mumble.

But this is the time of the witching hours,
I slowly forget those ivory towers,
With just my time with angels so near,
I laugh and call for you no fear.

So, find your place of peace and perfection,
To revel in the days and solitary reflection,
While I roll over to dose and begin to dream,
The spirits surround me and begin to scheme.