Sleepless Night

Turn out the lights
and let me dream once again
if shadows allow me to
remember…

the way of your smile
touch of lips
a hand on mine

our walks in the sun.

And I do savour how you
bring those meals
to my side of the table

chicken and cranberries
a meal for a king.

Let me occupy precious
moments before I
turn out this bedside light

and snuggle up to you.

© Richard L. Provencher