Body bruised and shaken,
I awake to the slamming of
Doors,
The nightmare is leaving
And after my rage
All is calm again:
I am awake
But thoughts of clocks
Won't leave me,
The music box won't stop
Chiming,
And there's a quiet place
And maybe God
I must face:
I turn and see your face
Relaxed,
I wonder if you have
Prayed tonight
And I shake-
A chill has caught me
So I dress-
A fever has caught me
So I injest-
But songs have caught me
So I'll not rest
Until sleep overtakes me
Or lust
Overwhelms me.