QUIET

Foxes screaming

Brickwork settling

Woodwork creaking

House is breathing.

Partner snoring, or crying out

Drunken revellers

Having a shout.

Speeding cars,

Fighting cats

Prowling round, skulking about.

Any of which

May disturb the peace

And be the cause

For broken sleep.

So, to lay awake thinking of you.

Of the things we said

Or didn't do,

Mentally beating furrowed brow

Berating the facts

Of sleepless hours.

And when dawn light breaks

The seal of a new day.

From night forgotten and drifting away

Into sweet somnolence floating on high

Deep in sleep wished for hastily nigh.

To the moments and minutes of slumberous bliss

To the seconds within reach of The Sandman's kiss

Is all it takes for one jealous clock

And its alarming hell

To ruin the lot.

KizWiz

©July 2011