In The Wee Hours

 
you touch me in the wee hours
when I am alone and the world no longer pushes in for attention
because they that consume have had their fill and I can just be

with thoughts for myself, dream
in my quiet mind, I think of you
not stolen by the day but present with me

secreting you away I confess my love
I love you in the moments in between
I feel you come on strong
and ache when you recede  

in my heart I hold you
I block out the noise
so I can touch your soul
pure of heart
leaving only good intentions

plain of faith
so you would know me