Late Night Treat

It is already late while I see Those kids still play hide and seek Dance around that pole which lacked of paint The cockroach underneath tried to escape, run for a life A night with an empty sky Those constellations were asleep Street lights accompanying me in a hush But has yet to beat the rest of my spirit I walk on melody towards to the gate of joy Imagining love is waiting behind the warm sheet Though those 'to do list' take a number of waiting list They may have to wait and be on their queue My eyes may have occupied by a ton of drowsiness But not for my brain which still spin on its rusty gear Fulfilling the tiny pleasure of a friend across the web Life cannot be much prettier than this Dedicated to all of my friends in Poetrysoup who were encouraging me to keep on writing *Special thanks to Richard Lamoureux :D