The embers of the fire glow deep red and orange

The blue flame that remains splutters into null

Tells me that it is time for sleep and dreams

For a new day awaits my arrival

I waken to the sound of traffic and city birds

Half asleep, half awake, I do not beg to differ

Dreams slip away like the silk from my skin

I hover between duty and indulgence

The covers warm and inviting

I rise and enter the cold of dawn

My body aching for a tender caress

Clothes envelope and hide my sad, sad form

I eat to sustain and nourish

My duty to my well being completed

I t is time to go

The door is open

I step out from my sanctuary

I step in to the onslaught of life

Carried along with the flotsam

I take my place within the well-oiled wheels of commerce

Obscure and replaceable

Is this what life is really all about?

The embers of the fire glow deep red and orange

They fuel my dreams and take me to faraway lands

And as they die my dreams die with them

It is time to sleep

For the new day has begun