Creeping through a sleeping house
In my wool socks and Yoga Tee.
The world is blessed with slumber
Except for exhausted me.
Lying still with eyes pressed
Mind reeling with disjointed thought.
To haunt lonely corners the drowsy sneak
Bargains for an hour of dream .
Everyone else slumber s in peace;
No appreciation of good fortune
Until they pad the dark with me.
Why does slumber elude me so?
I truly love her best.
Those she caresses appreciate not
and the one she spurns is obsessed.
Here I am in the soundless house
Where even the termites rest.
Dressed the part, and hopeful
That fortunes will turn and reset.This week @USCD