Sweet sleep in darkness dost, I await the moment of your advance
The knighted curtain not yet parted by thy silent, stealthy step.
Let me lie a little longer ere your draw me nearer to thy breast,
and permit a sense of pleasant anticipation to posses my mind.
Oh! Sweet is thy voice, a product of my dreams, calling me forth.
Propelling me further and further into your outstretched arms.
Thus my essential essence begins a profound transition.
Becoming child like and un-coerced
by the demands of life's long march.
Written by Mark R. Day 19 June 2012, all copyrights reserved by Mark R. Day
19 June 2012