Our place of rest with sheets to shed,
The burden of clothes is unwanted,
Pray eyes pried open are refreshed,
Nigh kept from rest while sweat coated,
Warmth lingers as the light grows weak,
Tortured by excess body heat,
Kissed sweetly by a gentle breeze,
A lover's comfort helps tempt sleep,
Every window left wide open,
Cotton becomes a calm ocean,
The cooling morn is waited on,
A wrestle to rest that's wished gone,
Win the battle waged in the dark,
Armoured with but cotton or silk,
Claim dreamlands destroyed by daybreak,
Soar with angels before you wake.
Christian Lacdael
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-nights-17/
