Between the hustle of the mornings
and the coffee in the afternoons
and the working and the playing
and there’s always too much to do,
There’s the kids and the homework
and the driving them home again
but there’s a quiet sanctuary in the whispers
of 4 am

In the small quiet hours
when the world is so dark and still,
when the warmth of your body
seems to melt away the morning chill,
I awake next to you and I’m breathing in the scent
of your skin
and I ease you from your dreams
with the whispers of 4 am

Let me ease you from your dreams
with the whispers of 4 am