Tossing and turning
she lay wide awake;
It was past midnight
Sleep had eluded her that night
Ticking of the clock loud
in the night bleak
The bed cold and sore;
She extended her hand
for her comforter soft
Snuggled in and shut her eyes tight
Willing for that bliss of lassitude
Sleep had never betrayed her-she recalled
Always enveloped in an embrace cosy
Relished the sweeping languor
in its ample bosom rosy
But this could be a long night uncalled
She wanted to be lulled
into lethargy sweet
Dreams an added luxury neat
Solitude sending tremors unknown
A stranger in her own home.......
She longed to feel him beside hear
Longed for that denied snore disturbing Longed to hear his whispered words of love Longed to nestle close to him!
Longed to inhale his musk odour pleasant!
Never realised that absence of a presence could mean so much;
She smiled fondly-haunted
by the image of her wedded one
Who on a tour had gone;
The still of silence eerie; scary....
She closed her eyes
As if lulled by some unseen hand
Into a world of dreams sweet!
She slowly slipped
into that luxurious lassitude of laziness
The welcome oblivion of nothingness.
