Sleep to my eyes late did the way find,
Elusive was the solace of night
Come only in the early morn hours when
I did rise to seek the day’s resolve.
Bone tired in quietude I ache the hours away.

Morning passes to noon and I am fair parched
In thought of your embrace warm.
How curious the emotions your logic did rouse.
I had not thought myself in need
Until the noting of what was indeed lacking.

The thirst, the quest set aside a while in lieu of life
For all I want is to write and love
Then die knowing I did achieve the best of it.
With fall the pilgrimage will come
Again in hopefully more tranquil a setting.