Heavy is the night
Lays shadows on my walls
Deep dark holes across the floor
Captured all that's gone before
Thoughts climb up and out
To alight upon the morn
Steady is the hand 
To carve a quiver to a quill
Dip its nib into the will
Paint pictures with words
While the mind is sharp and still
For prowl the hour of the wolf
All that is gone is done
All that is left is spent
Thoughts like pennies drop
Into a stream of consciousness 
Slumber returns as if she never left