Nocturnal Soul
I wonder why my writing soul loves to awake at night?
I seem to cover the floor with my papers of
abstract ideas and jumbled metaphors
I think the stars are entertained by me
They love to watch me glow when an idea flows thorough my head
Or when I am stumbled for new words
No one is around; I am in complete solitude
No rude distractions from an overly loud voice
which won't seem to let itself be quite
I think clear all the little details of my life seem to wrap
themselves around me. Life for me seems to wake up in the
soft darkness of my room.
I love these moments of my life, moments of an awaken night
stealing my imagination from me,
letting it run wild in the night hours that seem to enchant me.
When I grow tired so do my words.
I let them rest for there's always another night to explore
the abyss of my nocturnal soul.
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