Those six hours every day
I treat them as best in unending sway
After the blaring sounds on the highway
Traverses into calming silence

After the winking eyes stop
And droop into sound slumber
After the high watt bulbs shut their mouths
And smile lovingly into zero watt bed-lights

My soul slowly slips into serene shrouds of sleep
I relax dream into retrieve and recoup on songs of life
Those six precious hours from 10pm to 4 am
I love them like them and adore them as best