3 am

I "wrote" this in my head at, when else, 3 am when middle tarsel woke up with a bad dream, and I couldn't go back to sleep after comforting her.

I envision it with a rolling guitar background, like in "Homeward Bound" from Paul Simon, sung nearly monotone with inflections and long notes as fitting.

3 am

It’s three am
The night is long
When friends fret and chat with me, set me free
Sharing glories, chores and lemon tea
A simple life so rich with love
In my dreams.

It’s three am
The night is long
The girls laugh and spin till who knows when
Eyes wide with hope, glitter with no fear
Only happy tears… oh so dear
In my dreams

It’s three am
The night is long
When my Mom five states away tells me of her day
Filled with health and hope and sweet romance
No cares but where to dance
In my dreams.

It’s three am
The night is long
We make it through all kinds of weather, hands together
Wanting nothing but to make us glad
We chose each other, that’s not so bad
In my dreams

Laying alone in bed
Moonlight on his head
It’s three am
The night is long.
The day is longer.