As crickets chirp-chirp
In staccato bursts
Weaving this web of silence
I wait immured
Within my own walls
To see if this darkness will fade

All I hear
Is the silence of the night
Her sighs, her slow breath,
The rise and fall of her soft *******
I dread this lull
That, like heady wine,
Pulls me into the whirlpool
Of drowsy sleep

Am I dreaming that I'm asleep
Am I asleep or awake
If only this web were a trampoline
I'd jump like a newborn kid
And prance and bleat in unbridled joy
But for now I simply wait
Within my own walls
For that demented rooster
To crow and crow and crow
And rouse the lousy lazy sun
To shine for one more day