It Will Be Beautiful When the Lights Go Out

Lying in my bed,
I listen to the lamentations of the night.
The collaboration between crickets and cicadas
Make for the perfect lullaby.

Relaxation overwhelms me
And I drift off to sleep.

The next morning,
Another feeling fills me---grogginess
Not quite the feeling I was looking for.

The day drags on,
Hour by long hour.
The stress of everyday life
Could almost lead one to madness.

However...

When the day winds down to a close
and the sun commences its descent into the horizon,
It's as if I were plunging into a well of relief
I know what is to come next---Darkness.

And with it,
Comes the wistful feeling of freedom;
Being able to go off into a world
That is mine and mine alone.

To make whatever I want to happen a reality.
The lights diminish...

The comfort that washes over me
Is that of a small child
In the arms
of his caring Mother.

Nothing hurts,
There are no obligations;
Only complete and
Utter Freedom.

It will be beautiful when the lights go out...