After Midnight
There's a time of night that's heading towards morn
often I find my creative side born.
Beautiful images cascade around me;
worldly depictions of life that astound me.
Maybe I'll stare out my window and think;
perhaps gaze up at the stars that wink.
Be a weaver of dreams with my mindful loom
in the quiet realm of my peaceful room.
The longings of midnight tempt me awake
with lovely bits of art that I make.
or a song I sing in the piercing night;
a sweet tune to carry the lyrics I write.
Designs in poetry,pictures that speak
of a creative mind with some ideas unique.
In the life beyond midnight-that's where I thrive
and feel so wondrously alive!
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