Before I Sleep

I wrote this a few years back when I had a lot more time and solitude for inflection and creativity. The words bring back immediate memories of a very different state of myself and my life.  - BS
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I cherish the nights, and the solitude they bring.

I welcome the dark skies and the moon to watch over me.

It's shine - like a calming hand on my shoulder,
and the sweet smell of dew on the grass - a comforting aroma.

My eyes grow heavy,

but my mind feels enlightened,

and I fight the calling of my vacant bed.

For I need you, silence, you are my hope.

It is in you I see my life yet hidden from me,

and its only in my weary state - when thoughts can now be free -

that my senses and my heavy heart reveal the world to me.

But I won't fight hard this night.

I will cease, and lay down my head,

and hope that the next day will also be my friend

in the morning when I leave my bed.