When does night end and morning start I wonder as the clock slowly Inevitably progresses toward the realisation of another sleepless night, sounds only heard at night fill my ears, distant traffic, a motorbike screaming, the church bell striking the hour, and the clatter of the train wheels, her snoring, she stretches , an itch, as time moves and the darkness retreats and birds start to sing, dawn, lifts the mantel of the night 
