Picture by Bill
I woke up again last night,
the glowing light of the digital clock
guided my path with its bluish hue.
I wandered down the hall
to the sliding glass door
and gazed at the moon,
counted the stars,
then got a drink of water,
back again to my tousled sheets
wondered if the dreams would return.
A train stopping at a station
passengers entering and departing
a hiss and rumble
after the last whistle call.
I snuggle back in bed
touch your face and your hair
So glad you are lying here?
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