In the wee hours I do not sleep

In the wee hours I do not sleep.
Am I so blind not to understand that
The day begins and the day ends?

I think of you all
Who know the wisdom of forgiveness.
And thank you for the energy you bring.

The non-obsessive, nurturing endeavor
Of a life which wants to feel the pleasure
That waits for us as suns do rise,
After the damaging demanding dance
Of devils – all within me – breaks. I close my eyes.