It's...

Four hours more,
to dawn...
But eyes,
still open...
Is it something,
in the bed?
that puzzles,
the head?
Or is the warmy night,
that is so uptight?
Or Some song,
hanging too long?
or is it the darkness,
in the room?
Soft smell,
of your perfume...
Or the wind,
that would bring rain?
or the sound of the wind,
the window pane?
do you know,
what is it?
what is it,
that keeps awake?
Do you know,
But it's you...
(c) Shre 23Jan2008