Roused from my tranquil at night Indeed a witching hour We need to talk she says Where are we heading To dreamland I mumbled, duh! my view How long now? Why the delay? The inescapable, why prolong it? Today or tomorrow, no difference she sees Educate me she entreats Tongue-tied I seem Thoughts swirling Choice of words testing Mum's the word and mute is the order "Omerta" the mandate as sign language bereft Sleep deprivation in mind, as the short arm, several full circles it executes A night lost as the barrage of questions continue Focus redirected Striving and scrambling for the right note and tone Gingerly walking on eggs Tiptoeing maybe I found them at last In humor of sort A peace brokered at last for now Conflict avoided Unsettling peace pact agreed, alas at the break of dawn Until the next time, when tempers rage for a temporary truce