Here Where We Sleep Come Night Poem by James McLain

When you are alone in the quiet,
Dusk has fled dawn is gone.
Hearing a mote of dust settle down
All around you like your lover's arms.

Regrettably without regrets alone in
The quiet,
Beats a heart that is not yours, yea though
I have heard right before sleep reaches
Up through the night to kiss you goodbye.

When you are alone in the quiet no white noise
The t.v.s. off
All the white static a harbringer of thing's
Yet to come.

When you are alone in the dead of quiet,
Being watched, watching the dream one quite
Dream, as it descends while your alone in the quiet.