#poem - "Good Tired"

That tired place behind my eyes
Has started.
My neck is sore.
You always remind me not to
Crane my neck forward.
Each time I shift my consciousness
I notice that it’s craned again.

It’s been another long day
And we each share
The accomplishments and
Concerns that are with us
After sunset.

It sounds mundane to
Tell our story this way.
And it is not mundane
At all.
This sharing is a sacred moment,
A bliss of “having someone”,
Of being in a partnership.

Now, we two drowsy souls
Wander to bed.
Our dreams will be the
Dreams of hearts
Warmed with the
Fires of contentment.