At Midnight
He ne'er lets me sleep a wink
Inspires thoughts I'd ne'er think,
The words come from out of nowhere
A voice that is and isn't there ...
Up and about am I, at midnight
... A lamp still burning bright,
The room 'round me, black and dim
... Ne'er could I quiet him
Paper and pen e'er by my side
To keep the lines before they died,
Up and about are we, at midnight
... Coupled 'neath our shaded light.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2023
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