The Weary Hour

The weary hour  
The tired tread  
When my thoughts do homeward bend  

To my bower  
My quiet bed  
Where wake to sleep does seamless blend  
 
Such is ours  
Daylights fled  
In such moments our love to tend  
 
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The common place of workdays end  
The greetings and speakings at home again  
The quick kiss and showers  
And something for dinner  
The all about our day  
And bills, and chores and a hundred other things  
That too often seems a ramble  
A jumble  
 Just a rattle of idle prattle  
That fills space with all but feelings  
 
Just pause a moment  
And let me slip my arms around you  
Don't say a thing  
Just lean into me  
And rest awhile  
Warm within my arms  
Knowing  
That all the other things I do  
Are so I can spend moments like this with you  
 
Your tired  
I'm tired too  
Sometimes life seems relentlessly so  
With endless  
Thoughtless things to do  
But bear with me  
Quietly  
Pressed gently within my arms  
And remember the me
Who so loves you  
 
There'll be other times for holidays  
And get aways  
And deeply passionate intimacy  
But sometimes when I'm oh so tired  
Worn by the day and cares  
I crave but the moment  
The tender of touch  
To know you know how I feel  
 
I believe souls can speak  
And touches heal  
And ever I search for the light in your eyes  
Which glows  
As the first time they looked into mine  
More worn perhaps with caring  
And feeling  
That reassures as I hold your gaze in mine  
And finger to chin  
Lift your lips to mine  
To renew our promise  
 
Just a moment  
Just you  
Just me  
 
Just us before the fade to dreams