Sleepless

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.