In the midnight hour
When all is still
Life around me sleeps
The moon and stars
On my heart they pull
And tonight slumber
Not yet ready for my dreams
Though I yawn
And long for my pillow’s comfort
Nocturnal inspirations
Venture out through me
I know not what it may be
Or where they lead
But surely, I’m enslaved
To a force more awake than I
A voice from within
Maybe too shy for the light of day
Or just coincidence of come what may
For I can only presume
Something of importance must come forth
And once put down in prose
It’s then I offer up which kept me awake
And then released to my own self
I find slumber is now patiently waiting
And I must not resist
As now dreams of my love
Pull on my lonely heart for her
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2005