Late twas the time
No chance to unwind
Off to bed in the comforts of your head
You shall go with the snow all a glow
No tossing or turning
Just hearts a burning
With sleepless desires
Your body craves the fires
You drift off to dreams
Where there are no screams
So pull up the covers and settle yourself in
For a long winters night is to come again
Christopher Chapman © 2008
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