Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Midnight
Midnight
If she's asleep, why, let her sleep. Morning is time enough to know. Speak low and secret words here in the dark - How soft her breathing comes, and slow. | |
A few brief hours of merciful sleep for her Unknowing, and dreaming well, And we can wait. How long - but, oh, how soon Till light and waking come, and we must tell. | |