Lost Sleep
As moonbeams chase the stars away
and I am sleeping in my bed...
the thoughts that bring these poems forth
are spinning through my head.
Tis sometimes in the early morn...
often three or four...
my sleeping mode switches off
and I'm awake once more...
To write my words down on this page...
which freely come to mind...
Thoughts and revelations
coming out in rhyme.
Where did the magic come from,
who gave to me this gift?
And when will I be making up
all this sleep I've missed?
Linda Ann Ford
Copyright Linda Ann Ford 1997