The hour of our discontent …

I’m awake.

I hate the earliness of my awakened state.

It’s the in between.

It’s not late, nor is it early.

Instead, it just ‘is’ …

I think too much when it’s dark and quiet,  and my longings run wild.

Sleep, I want to sleep.

Sleep brings restoration, peace and a quiet mind.

I want to leave this world of darkness and preternatural stillness to its own devices.

Not to be roused again until the sun shines high above, coating the world with rays of light, that catch the dew on sweet green grass. Bringing forth bits of rainbow colour.

Enfold me once again night, and let me be.