Huge clumps of homogenous night
Don’t you need a holiday?
Haven’t you run out of twisted delight for keeping my sleep at bay?
It’s it time you had some peace?
It’s a tough job that you do
Praying writing, counting sheep
The things I do to you
When does the darkness get a break
From keeping little old me awake?
Watching me scribble toss and turn
I’m convinced some decent rest’s been earned
I’m sure the night can’t wait for summer
Summer’s a shorter shift
More light means less time for slumber
And less time to keep me from going adrift
Lea Simpson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-can-t-wait-for-summer/
