Wellwishing

The wolves howl outside
And I, in here.

Its the dead of morning.
The red eye stutter brained moments
Wherein I would sleep,
But for the thoughts of you.

You are,
Or I hope you are
Lounging magnificently
Drool or no,

Or no-
You are beautiful and
At peace,
Without the demons and
Blistery things prodding.

I hope you are.

I think the only thing,
More important to me
Than for me to make you
Happy and at peace,
Is that,

Regardless of it all,
You are happy,
And at peace.

I think I want just
One of us,
To be so.

Cheers girly and,
Your,
Slow smile.