Each day about this time
is a thing that must be done.
Though still dark or clean from morning sun
I need to sit and sip that expectant balm.

As it’s warm song becomes a part of me
I begin to rise from last nights realm
of four o’clock waking and restless dreams
and the wish for cooler sheets

I tried to give you up - I had too much
But each day you become my true friend once again
And as I wake with you and come alive
I swear my pledge to you