The Weary Ones
The midnight hour Has come and gone The minutes tick Down to the dawn Still, sleep evades The weary ones Who wait on rest That never comes
The midnight hour Has come and gone The minutes tick Down to the dawn Still, sleep evades The weary ones Who wait on rest That never comes
In the still of night Much is stirring The dog is snoring While the cat is purring ~ Heat is filling The house with warmth While windowpanes complain Air’s too cold from the north ~ Wooden floors creak Under spectral feet As one sleeps soundly Beneath flannel sheets ~ Insomnia whispers To another one,… Read More Still of Night
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