I want to curl up in my bones and rest.
Soft street-lights and the midnight hour present
To me a blanket from the twilight torn
And gently 'cross my body pulled. It sets
My skin, my heartbeat and my breath toward
Smooth sleep in my black bedroom unadorned.
The day is gone, its rumble done. The ache
Responds as if on cue, a pleasant pain
And Child of labor, thought and love that comes
From hard work won. The body safely now
Can wind its fingers 'round its fingers and
This humble room, the night. My sleep is not
A thing like death at all like poets say.
My life renews and readies for the day.