within alone that comfort
of seclusion the only intrusion
being those that we love oh
how the comforts of the night
fade so quickly of the mind
in it’s times of rest for do those
concerns then turn to dreams
of the distant past yet to come
are materialism and its guest
seated at your table of desire
and yet morning comes and brings
that which like a gun puts an
end to all fantasies of that which
to come has not