A Poet Looks At 4 Am
The night falls down around me in this poet's reverie.
Words stick to my moon-parched throat until I set them free.
Images of life and love are painted on my heart.
Stars outside my window have their knowledge to impart.
The world I travel forth in has experience to give.
My eyes have seen the glory of this place I choose to live.
And now the daylight beckons from the unforgiving skies.
My mind is full and restless as my pen to paper flies.
Night has flown away but still I'm left with thoughts profound.
This song of life I've written here is making such a sound.
Dawn has broken and I thank God for every given word.
I'm grateful for this chance I have to reach out and be heard.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2012
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