I remember how Patti Smith sang how night belongs to lovers, and I remember how I used to dance, tethered in your arms. I remember nights of skins, but as we both have aged, I think that it’s more the day that’s meant for us.
Tonight I slept less than six hours; the alarm was set to 4:50, and I have spent my day in business meeting. Tonight a good night means a wish for sleep that’s undisturbed. A night where nightmares tied to spreadsheets, deadlines for negotiations or stupid office politics, don’t wake me up. A night that’s meant for sleep. At least you have made our beds with fresh linen, and I hope that I soon can be embraced by a soft duvet, and simply sleep. But I still believe that night belongs to lovers.
wrapped in white
fir trees bow to winter —
a scent of snow
Toni hosts Haibun Monday at dVerse and wants us to write about a good night. Right now I can only think about sleep as a good night.
December 12, 2016