A sleepless nightmare

A sleepless nightmare

Soft words spoken

Held on tight,

A comfort in

The ebbing night,

 

Eyes half open

Struck by sight,

Of rising sun

With low pink light,

 

Hand through hair

With tired sigh,

Tugging at a

Slow work mind,

 

Heavy, saddened

Swirling thought,

Formed from what

Long days have brought,

 

Though from this night

Were answers sought,

But all the friendless

Silence taught,

 

That in empty time

And company,

My dreams is where

I’d rather be.