Late night, the lone girl, curls into her bed.
Snapping the light off, bathing in moonglow.
Cool air on skin, pillow soft ‘neath her head,
Down comforter wrapped around her warm soul.
Against the rough thoughts that thrash wild within,
She grits her teeth and squeezes shut her eyes.
Holding to a promise he had given,
With that succor, she smiles, happily sighs.
In dreams she falls, into his waiting arms.
As always in dreams she meets him once more.
His face always finds itself in her palms;
And here, again, she lives in loves splendor.
In sleep, her true, deepest desires show.
All fears and rushing thoughts finally slow.