The beauty of sleep...

This is a little writing about coming home from a long day and yearning to sleep in one's bed with your lover. There is something beautiful to finding your lover asleep. This poem is just a sneak peak at that feeling;


Arriving home to finding you sleeping


I turn the front door key.

Words tip-toe from my tongue

as my weary feet, like drums

make the old, oak floor boards creak.


I try to sneak

my way home, to this bed that

awaits so patient in New York’s

late light.


Sleep is so near. The pillows piled right

To take rest my head in this– yet another night.

I have journeyed far my day’s flight;

now is thoughts of you– dreams sweet and good night...