Significant caresses stolen in the quiet moments
As sounds of slumber rise into the still mists
Before the madness of the days ahead comes
Into focus, crowding out other dear held concerns
As we struggle to hold on, to clutch them tight.
Smells of sleep and the night time stolen in
The breaks where dwell fond recollections,
Visions and wishes as the day struggles
To crowd, to drive out all considerations
Other than itself, those caresses remembered.