Slumber

                                                                Slumber

I climb in bed, feel the bright white sheets tug at my toes, cool and crisp

I pull the blankets  up to my chin, and tuck them  hard under my weary shoulders.

My pillow fits my neck to perfection firm enough to lift it, but soft enough to caress it

I toss and turn throughout the night

Sweat slumber and wild dreams, dreams of far off  places, pretty faces, kind acts, and beauty.

I stretch as if to reach into my dreams and taste the joy, I beg the gods of slumber to hold me forever.

They do not hear my call.

 I turn to face the rising sunlight

I hear the birds begin to wake, their songs welcoming a new day

The earth has wept throughout the night

I rush from the bed looking forward to future

Perhaps today will be different

Slumber refills my soul with hope.