Sleepless
A warm breeze grazes my window
as it shakes the grass outside
A long, hard day creates a happy thought
of retiring to bed tonight.
But as the hours pass and the night gets darker
I’m staring at the ceiling.
so tired and so weary
but that’s not the only feeling.
A busy day means for busy thoughts
and a mind filled with worry
Now my love for night has gone
and I just need day to hurry.