I often play chess with Jane during the early hours 

It is not that we cannot sleep but we love the silence 

Of our beautiful house and our soft shadow possessions  

Whether they be coastal teapots or rainbow prisms 

Thimbles or glass clocks breathlessly ticking 

They all rest quietly on the prince puzzle shelves 

And then we retire once more to our still warm bed 

Where sleep once broken overwhelms us without conflict