Little Bear

Every now and then when sleep marches to utter victory
I am reminded of who is in command
I am reminded of the enemy that is my friend
Wrapped in embrace, the warm cocoon
Waiting for the spring to be unleashed
Waiting for the moment to be soon

It’s a battle never won, a victory never claimed
My slowest rise to total consciousness
My faster weakened bones and flesh
Wrapped in light by the worshipful sun
Drifting snowflakes travelling east
Drifting back to where I came from