from the safety of deepest sleep
I arise into the darkness
of morning;
the sheets beckon me,
stretching tousled fingers
pleading for my returning -
raindrops drum
their hypnotic melody
on the glass
and I am tempted
to answer the call
of the welcoming sheets
as these are the nights
for which my body aches -
crying out for the rhythmic comfort;
Mother's song on the glass
soothing the torrents of the mind
allowing me, for one night, to rest
though these nights are rare -
my heart would take me back -
my tired mind knows the score:
the demons of guilt will torture me
if I forsake work for sleep,
even just a few minutes more.
