My Creative Poet Mind

Resting noon today, I scribbling softly Late day I pause, poetizing, just be Infant night, squirm upon me, gin·ger·ly Orb of night glow, stars shimmer, glittery Through glazing mid of night, luster afar Thus I pen: ''Twinkle Dinkle Dharma Star" On the afternoon, of tomorrow sleep I will awaken, and take a pause deep In the night ending, wait for peace from day Wee-wee hour, submerging, thought in my pray Now, my creative poet's mind, flowing clear Bright as light, in the sky, so very dear