Sleepless Nights

I choose to walk the creaking floors. In black of night so much I see. There is a calm beyond these doors. It's bound to soothe and comfort me. The sullen winds pick up their pace reminding me of nature's force. And I have hours yet to face until this night does run it's course. Longing to dream and find repose my thoughts turn toward the written word. Could well be poetry or prose. I'll find a song and then be heard. Dawn filters in with a silent glare while I find landscapes yet unclaimed. In this realm of time I can declare my sleepless mind will not be tamed. for contest "Sleepless Nights"