My Poet Mind

O' resting on the noon of today, I whisper softly At late day, I pause from reflection and just be A newborn dusk writhe upon me gin·ger·ly Orb of night glow -- the stars sparkle glittery Through the glazing night luster afar Thus I pen: Tinkle Dinkle Little Star" On the afternoon of tomorrow sleep O' I will awake, and take a breath deep Evening ends, relax, and wait for peace from the day At midnight hour, I will be submerging thought in my pray O' thou now enlighten my poet's mind, flowing clear Bright as light, in the sky so very dear