Our place of rest with sheets to shed, <br />The burden of clothes is unwanted, <br />Pray eyes pried open are refreshed, <br />Nigh kept from rest while sweat coated, <br />Warmth lingers as the light grows weak, <br />Tortured by excess body heat, <br />Kissed sweetly by a gentle breeze, <br />A lover's comfort helps tempt sleep, <br />Every window left wide open, <br />Cotton becomes a calm ocean, <br />The cooling morn is waited on, <br />A wrestle to rest that's wished gone, <br />Win the battle waged in the dark, <br />Armoured with but cotton or silk, <br />Claim dreamlands destroyed by daybreak, <br />Soar with angels before you wake.<br /><br />Christian Lacdael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-nights-17/
