Poetry For An Early Day


He goes to bed in a dark and lonely room
His body is cold and his thoughts are distant
Distant thoughts about a very special person
She dances through his head whenever she feels like it
He couldn’t stop her even if he wanted her to
He likes to see her dance, to see her smile
As the room gets darker
He pulls the covers tighter to fight off the cold
The cold of winter and loneliness
His last thoughts of the night are thoughts of hope
Hope that she will wake up the next morning
Warm and smiling.