Awake

As orange light fades away off west, the world around lies down to rest.

Night falls fast so dark and deep, with whispers of cool and quiet sweet.

And though the pull is strong to sleep the dark for me will bring no peace

For just as slumber starts to fall, outside a tiny voice will call

Soon a second shout joins the throng; two sad voices of melancholy song

Through bleary eyes the work is done, quick hands rushing to outrun the sun

Though morning comes fast and harsh, for this work regrets are sparse

So for tonight, this is my fate, another night I’m kept awake