To many hours spent upon the road, <br />my return, a most lonely entrance, <br />times separation has left empty space, <br />leaving need of wanting eminence. <br /> <br />As I enter the room....darkness, <br />like everyone has fallen' from vision, <br />the lonely glow of a single candle, <br />tells the story of all that is known. <br /> <br />Switch of light, illuminates shadows, <br />and my true, I now must bare, <br />huddled in corner, covered in blanket, <br />is my sweet Lady, oh so fair. <br /> <br />Ever so slowly, place a kiss on her brow, <br />as not to startle, my sleeping beauty, <br />with exhale of lengthen breath, <br />state of rest is her moody. <br /> <br />Slowly I lift her, carrying to the loft, <br />the room of our sacred bed, <br />many a night, we dance between sheets, <br />yet tonight she shall lay her head. <br /> <br />Somberly, I retire to her side, <br />as to not awaken her more, <br />a long day has been her journey, <br />and this moment I find a'more. <br /> <br />So let her rest in peaceful slumber, <br />for tomorrow there be 'ell to pay, <br />she'll awaken to her loving kids, <br />and I once again......gone away..<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-late-night-call/
