Falling into the silence

As the golden sun
Sinks into the sky
Across the horizon birds fly
Dark draws near

Standing by the bed
A cautious bed spread
Smooth and soft
A pillow, cover cloth and me

So it’s bedtime again
Lying on the bed
Trying to rest
My tired bones and weary feet

Then I remember
Those Unwritten stories,
Those unpublished posts
Those unfinished assignments

I would rather write till it hurts
I would rather listen to music
I would rather work some more
I would rather fill my head with crazy musing

It’s bedtime again
In the dark I find no solace
Waiting for that sweet lady- Sleep
Whose kisses lure me

To the land of dreams
where spirits meet.

© Deborah Glover, 2016

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In response to daily post prompt Bedtime