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
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Comments6
dream on,very good write my friend
As Todd Rundgren says, the dream goes on forever. Thanks Ron. ; )
you`re welcome,and he`s right
Beautiful writing with lovely music.
Thanks mm. ; )
Beautiful words AP, those ideas do come as we relax into our night of repose.
Andy
The night shift Andy. ; )
Nice one and written on the same subject as my piece yesterday.
When slumber wont readily come the mind goes where it will.
Thanks da.
Good write AP.
It can be difficult to get to sleep if we nap in the day or early evening. Then when we get to bed we are awake! doh!
Well Orchi, at your age I'm not surprised you take naps in the day. Don't want to wear you out with a lot of swooning and singing all day. ; )
wonderfully melodic and boasting
that tell-tell seamless flow, of work
that's been tirelessly
edited and perfected
by a devoted: Wordsmith
Oh my, who was that masked wordsmith? Thanks LB. ; )
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